And morning soften else,
I'm giving you my self,
But only by picture.
And may be, l'm too kind,
Because the great my mind,
And i want to be the author fiction.
Stop write about blood
for large the sake of flat.
By gad, - you aren't the real Got
Let's close such the gaff,
We had been love enough.
But you havn't yet me caught.
15.10.19 the time 3.00
a.m