This is a Washing Machine 3 Dimensions

Man is a floating bed.

Illustrated, Sobek and burned.

This is not about bones and all momentumku become secret agents for a handful of germs.

Nepal undermine the agreement with lightning spicy tongue slap tongue manifest until Budapest.

Lying in a puddle, a washing machine spin 342 degrees.

Is not that the weapons kuselami?

Ghost is my love

you like a ghost ....

continues to haunt me ....

wherever my body go ..

you continue to haunt me ....

fault let you ..

play with my heart ..

I can not,

wipe you out of my mind this ..

in the crowd I still feel lonely ....

own thinking about you

You hold my heart,

and you write your name,

you write your name,

my body is here,

but not my soul,

who just feel empty ..

you have lived in my heart ...