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Power of love

My mind is free.
If this were not so, I would have never sat behind the text.
It is important to only one thing.
It is important that there is no power above beauty.
I am free...

Nat ...
Star of my unquenchable ...
No one I have not seen such eyes ... such bright and such tongue-in-native ...
This inhuman plastic ...
Cat...
Witch...
During this inhuman, I loved it and ...
In one motion of her hand more sensuality than twenty long-legged female students ...
These fingers - long, thin ... They smell of incense ...
Her eyebrows are brilliant - there is no better word ...
Whatever feelings I had not experienced it, I will always admire her ...

Shut up. I'll know everything. I myself saw everything. Spit. It's just all ...

Tom ...
Something incredibly earth ...
Heat ... such a weasel in the eyes ...
Let, let this weasel - not for me, but it does not matter ...
Furry eyebrows, eyelashes absolutely incredible ...
Smile...
She did not come loose hair - she brilliantly picks up a hair ...
She is clever ...

Shut up. Yes, the word "Physics" two meanings. Spit. At all do not care.

Snuff ...
Zverushka affectionate, gentle ...
Such close and such an incredible ....
Such trusting in something a person ...
She so is the word "fawn"...
It is impossible to imagine anyone who would dare to hurt this girl ...
This will be the subman, creature ...
The pain in his eyes so familiar ...
I'm ready to share it ...

Yes, even if it is never alone. To hell with all those mathematicians who are always around her. Spit.

Beyonce ...
The embodiment of style ...
She was born under a lucky star - leather, dark blue shirt ...
There Photo - Stas near jumped out on the ledge dolphin pool ... How do they look like ...
What idiot said that the girls do not know how to deal with computers? ..
Her delicate hands made for the keyboard shortcuts ...
Each of its page - a work of art ...
Great web designer. Master of his craft.
Genius.

Yes, I know all these horror stories about the Internet crowd. All of this dirt and the lust of the web - it settles on anyone. Spit.

Anastasia ...
It is that mystery, which should be in every girl ...
Those eyes easiest to imagine that weep ...
The artist ...
One time I saw her portraying some of Prague landscape and remember it for a lifetime ...
Huge eyes, look askance and arm, as if automatically putting the finishing touch on a sheet of ...
This picture is not coming to the end of the twentieth - the beginning of the twenty-first century ...
This girl had to live in the eighteenth century ...
It's never been like love, and it could not be ...
I always appreciate talent.

Yes, I actually do not know her and she knows me. Yes, I'm terribly impressed her, calling her by name. Spit. Never mind.

Maroussia ...
Such a funny name ...
Once submitted cow in the meadow, twig and shepherd kerchief ...
It is not suitable ...
Wrong, but such nice features ...
Hair fanned out through the air ...
A sharp move ...
This child's face, a serious look ...
This is strange...
And all that weird - good.

Yes, it is so far away from me as possible. Spit. Survive.

Dasha ...
Bright ...
It is true, and it is worthy of this ...
It is simply impossible not to love. Just can not ...
It is impossible not to be trusted - these eyes do not deceive ...
Her smile is impossible not to admire the ...
It covers the life ...
She loves mischievous, but that does not matter ...

Yes, it is impossible to fall in love - too scary to realize that she - like the sun, and the sun shines for everyone. Spit.

Alenka ...
Again a funny name ...
Damn "Red October" and those with him!
This ... ... It seems incomprehensible and "small"But somehow it does not suit her ...
Absolutely adult type of twelve or thirteen years old ...
The narrow cheekbones, straight nose ...
Good ...

I'm not worthy of it. No one is unworthy. Spit.

Till...
Never could I call her by name - Katia ...
I do not know why...
Only once I saw a blonde girl who would be beautiful ...
Absolutely nothing very much unusual ...
Extremely likable type ...
Quiet eyes a little sluggish gait ...
Nothing unusual there that the girl likes Rammstein group ...
Unusually, when the girl herself at the same time so different from her ...

I do not know why there Till. Strange. But perhaps, if it is right here. Spit.

Sister......
Hello, sister ...
You're the last, not because I forgot about you ...
No, on the contrary - just only you, I had no doubt ...
Only with you I compared all ...
You're always ready to help me ...
All the girls here - they are a bit, something like you ...
And so it is. It must be so.

I will most likely never see you. It's a shame ... But all the same - do not care.

I am free...
Here - Beauty as I understand it.
I will not write any more poems dedicated to the girl. If I dedicate it to them.
All together, each separately.
With them light.