His creaming brakes,
Destroys them all –
Surviving butterflies…
Drown in the salt.
That fluffy thing…
You killed it!
The purple mist is gone,
No cloud of pink.
No blindfold in my head,
You ripped it off
Ooops? Saaad…
No longer blind, you brat!
You tricked us all,
But I just got away…
Vas faire foutre a la cache! *
Of course if you’re not gay…
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Skiriu Arli :)
Patale guli juk...Pššš... visi syk negailėkit :P
Grįš Irmis ir iš jūsų liks tik grybų košė :D
P.S. Juk paskutiniai ženklai lenda į priekį :/