Consensus between,
She's slept with everyone of hers lovelies,
she'd imagined everything of hers to me.
I'm a liar, an on*nist and I'm stored hers head
with my boxes.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=774318
Рубрика: Белый стих
дата надходження 31.01.2018
автор: Кому боляче?