keskiviikko 21. tammikuuta 2015

Spring is one of the hidden

Halos are absent,
passed the glow of the sun.
Take off my brain in the cloakroom,
then only claw bite
own my skin I eat.

The stone houses,
and on weekdays empty lippusalot.
Spring is one of the
hidden in those snow
piles. in the twilight
day eyes do not shine.

On the street I walk alone,
a date Auervaara me
proposes, red-based
shoes rates sharpen.

Not telling lies,
gifts fooled by
my heart can not buy,
Not given the kits
smut messages can get revenge.

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