13 окт. 2011 г., 21:27

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                                              С кръвта си

                                              преливаме

                                              обич.

                                              Отдаваме

                                              радост.

                                              Очите,

                                              ръцете,

                                              косите,

                                              безумни,

                                              прощават,

                                              обиди,

                                              предателства,

                                              скръб.

                                              Гърчим мечтите си

                                              и не чувстваме,

                                              очите 

                                              изтекли.      

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