Oleg Palamarchuk. SMS-poetry: Between us, girls


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Love is the game you try to play,
Unfortunately, I cannot be your wife.
Perhaps, I will be yours some day ?
But it will happen in another life.

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I dont believe that our meeting was by chance.
We are the soul consisting of two parts.
We fell in love at only single glance,
For God himself united our hearts!

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The birds are gone, it is November.
The love is gone, and you are sad.
Dont call me out when you remember.
I wont be back, I am not a bird.

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Spring! Were walking in the morning dew.
My hand is burning in your hand.
I want to press myself to you
And feel so close your charming pant.

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Sometimes you smile, sometimes you hurt me,
You change your mind from time to time.
Despite so crazy way you treat me
I love you much, because youre mine.

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Among the handsome he is a frog,
Among the rich men he is a dog,
Among the wise men he is out
You are the boy I told about.

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My dear pussy cat,
You are for me to pat,
To kiss your pretty face,
Embrace your tender waist.

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In the morning I awake
And I tell about headache.
I am not a bloody fool
And dont want to go to school.

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You need a moment to meet a man.
You need an hour to gauge and scan;
And many years ? so much time
To be convinced that hes a swine.

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I have two suns that shin
Both do for me their best.
One makes the weather fine,
Another enjoys my SMS.

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Dont tell me about your love,
Dont soar in the sky like a dove.
Dont trouble me and follow me,
Its better to give 300 euro fee.

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Oh, tender taste, oh, tender smell!
You are for me so dear.
Your make me happy, make me well
My pretty, pretty beer!

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You are the only one I love.
You are for me, like sun above.
It was ten girls I have addressed
And in reply no SMS.

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Sly sand is falling from your eyes,
But flames of love have not appeared yet.
You are so handsome, words so nice.
I need a spark ? my heart is wet.

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Full feelings and dreams,
The year has passed.
Your love, like a stream,
Has flown too fast.

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I wish I were the song you can sing.
I wish I were the bell you can ring.
I wish I were the thing you can carry.
But I am a girl you cant marry.

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I am dreaming of the soft nights whisper
And about the crescent overhead,
And about the sand that cracks like biscuit.
I am dreaming of your love, my friend.

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