So what if your flower - camellia? You do not even know how it looks. Dying is so easy and sweet ..

Large worms began to come out of the ground, spontaneously rangydamiesi and earthworms sandbox typical phlegmatic touching each others bodies. Fisherman would he smilingly sandbox yourself of USA. Here's killers were. Only darkness pasiguldžiusi on the life table tebekvėpuojantį body, the death characteristic šaltakraukiškumu doing an autopsy. Nusiplakime dead and we will be saved! .. Let's gather around the world element, and feed on what is coming out of you left. Windows silent. After the rain earthworms ran out of air and they began to climb, moving the dead foliage. Hurrying to the feast.
So what if your flower - camellia? You do not even know how it looks. Dying is so easy and sweet ... and the vultures gather in stealth start tear you to pieces. Draw a fishing rod fish from the water and mocked her stupid fate. What Lind loggerhead in the water? We spėjom slithers out of it, and you Likai soak. You cut it in your head that it feels seriously terrific as an innocent man carried a guillotine. We'll make a post-mortem, and you will see the same, it's just child's play - Body Shaping. I know there are people who shave live fish scales. Law of Karma.
Eyes moist, as if on a freshly palyta. sandbox An autopsy - just a matter of time. They will see the wedding dresses in shop windows, but it will in mourning sandbox clothes. Mama's death, take me into your womb! Find the umbilical cord, and I was liausiuosi kvėpavusi. You run into the wide world, you said - go. I came, but I do not know what to do next. I am returning back to me that you explain your success.
I susiriesiu into a small ball, as if I were the mother's womb. I was not hurt nobody, I - hedgehog. Bespyglis hedgehog, the embryo. I'm fading camellia, besiriečianti the ball. Lowers his head and bow to the ground. Mama's death, the mother land, take me! Embrace to my trembling heart, because I was so cold ...
I will come back to me young mothers womb. I will not let my children where too difficult to stay long. Thousands of small hearts beats, imploring to quench their thirst for life, but a green oasis - just an ordinary sandbox desert mirage. All of them are connected to the appliance is artificial. They do not want the whip. They called on the death because it is the only name that they know.
In life, look for me if you find strangers to cools the blood! .. Mėlstančios My lips shall speak to you as an alleged holy name of Allah to a newborn baby. Nusiplakime and we will be saved! .. Let us live, because all other roads lead to death.
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