thank you eyes in the mirror moody emerald sorcerous slutty rains and do not remember themselves, as into them and i still don’t care for your roses, that your horse roses. no , you are not up to me, like a butterfly. i won't come to you. i'm getting tired now in front of you, you set fire to mine, but i love. of course i won't be with you. in your hands, there is no cheating. you are not for me, as daddy of the day i do not blame you. i don’t get tired, now instead of you you are more my angel, but i love another. no, you are not for me butterfly. i you i will not i give up. now without you you are lost. eduardovna , he is bad. me well then don't interfere. pickle i'm finishing, it's a shapiton. you're a graduate arranged some here. well, true. wherever i am, there is always hope. because after all, water, it's like that, like a woman requires intuition especially sensitivity, and i'm very sensitive. we will drill here. yes with pleasure. to drill how she holds you, just like i climb when they show us their beauty. well , snow, yes, don't worry, you all understand even the light is