My Darling Rasputin,
Your essence is like oxygen to me. I keep dreaming of you wondering when my mystical pilgrim will return. When will he bring an end to this eternal Siberian winter. I yearn for your mystical throbbing scepter. Without you I am the empty, barren tundra. I still feel you where you were inside me and I want you there again. Return to me oh Rasputin my love or love is dead.
Das Va Danya
Svetlana Banglanka
P.S. OMG!! I heard you were anti-war me too. Of course, we have to do what is good for mother Russia, but not at the cost of innocent lives. Oh you are so smart and cute I want to kiss you right on your scraggley beard. SMOOCHIES!!!
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