A liar's metal instrument is to tally,
A friend, a party animal, sleepy, gives night thought.
Life flies after us.
Women live, feel the surf, half-play.
They never tell their opinions.
Suffer this music.
A man says his picture rocks water unity,
affects head competition.
He's my solution.
My madness is yet performed fast and dry.
Demand, try the original move she knows has been.
Come perfect dirty rose,
Spirit and harmony, always.
Fantasy is negative understanding,
Speak out body!
Observe in him how real pressure,
before fills our banal passion,
emotion colors a killer relative.
On Friday we can never hear
the doctor has a studio, aware like a blind man,
Grace can go on.
Masterpieces include some praise.
Learn with your subject,
let her use and handle the brush.
December 15, 2006, with Evgenia Radilova, 44, 45, 46
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