The bites on my neck

you can not hug and say anything; it is easy to lose facts from sight; in the atmosphere of holidays, in the new year finally decide on suicide. cigarette marlboro - the road to the shops, Your oceans are all full of whales and dolphins In my seas under the skin, no one survived, whales die in puddles of gasoline. You can not hug and say anything; it is easy to lose facts from sight; in the atmosphere of holidays, in the new year finally decide on suicide. cigarette marlboro - the road to the shops, Your oceans are all full of whales and dolphins In my seas under the skin, no one survived, whales die in puddles of gasoline. #редактируется#