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Well, can u imagine me without my cigarettes?...

If, you can, so you know me a great load of years, well even at the time when cigarettes were not invented for me...Till the music made me crazier than I used to be, till the night yawned and called..till thouse poems were written, till almost all of them came true...



I try to yawn, they say some hearts do this, but there's no voice in my throat and no strength to breathe it out...

I don't suffocate I just try to accelerate and catch the getaway cars..

For the sake of nothing at the coat of everything...



Invent for me salvation and flamed water and I willl drink with your your nightmares...



She calls me a snowflake and I try to explain I'm nothing but a rainy teardrop...They say it's winter though it's November still..



You no changes of seasons 've got thaier scents...and it's November stilllllllllllllllllllllllllll



Freeze snowflakes for me!

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19.12.2006 в 02:33

Check on me...
А ты очень хорошо говоришь по-английски))Respect)))
19.12.2006 в 17:10

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ElleB thanks;)

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