субота, 4. април 2015.

I'm not going to beg him to come to the door. I'll let him know that I understood what was lost.

"Life is a cactus flower,
nor smell, nor is nice

but because constantly pinched ... "
And if you have any questions, drop dead once again.

That's the way. From the heart.

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