Without Kevordo Make Me Choose: The First Miracle Music Video or Second One? (Asked by Arcticbug) Bring My Lover to her Knees, Pierce Her Skin and Make Her Fall in Love with Me,

Without Kevordo

Make Me Choose: The first miracle music video Or The Second One? (Asked by Arcticbug)

Bring My Lover to her Knees,
Pierce Her Skin and Make Her Fall in Love with Me,
‘Cause I Swear’ll Make You Bleed,
IF YOU BREAK MY HEART WHEN I HOLD YOU CLOSE to me.

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Let it just be here.

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“It’s Dark Now. But They Feel Each Others ’Breath. And they Know All they Need to Know. They Kiss. And they Feel Each Others ’Tears on Their Cheeks. And if there is had been Anybody Left to see them, the worth look Like Normal Lovers, Caressing Each Others ’Faces, Bodies Close Closeed, Obliviot To World Airus. BecAuse that is How Life Goes on. Like that.

When you understand that you are in the wrong direction, you must simulate a call to someone to turn around, sit quietly at concerts, and if you take pictures, then do not get up from your place, and read anything on a poetic evening – This is completely impossible. Remember, something supernatural seemed joking to shout a stranger “Hello”, about to approach and ask someone permission to photograph him and there could be no question. And you were afraid to ask the road or shout to the driver, because he drove your stop. The brand new in the company – was silent and known as shy, embarrassed to horror when meeting a person with whom she spoke only on the network and walked the crimson next two hours. Yes, and there is nothing to say that you were scared to the parents of your friends to such an extent that you squeezed out the squeaky “hello”.
Now they don’t believe me that I'm shy.

What, I remember, Kolya had a shock when, on a poetic debut of an unfamiliar girl, I volunteered to read her poem and all trembled, her voice clamped and sat all this time with her eyes closed.
“You constantly attract attention to yourself: tunnels, bright hair color, clothes, the company is as open as this is possible?”
I cannot draw conclusions.