Рецензия на «***» (Инна Демянко)
We love to play. We LOVE to play! We turn this life into damned circus. Who needs to pray? - All games're the same. One raises, then fail - A walk in circles! They said this right - the love is blind, Tempts with addictions and attractions. But one who's right, for you, just right Will never use your weaks for action. You said, you want your heart to sing? The song, the style - they all DO matter! Love is magnetic, some would think, - For them it is forever ever. Аскольд 22.11.2013 17:58 • Заявить о нарушении
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