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Today is such that the sleeve is from the former misfortune. The sky is like a bed under which traces are silent. An eyebrow rainbow falls on the cheeks of the roar of a slap,

Throwing thoughts into an uncovered head, throwing.

The arches of the windows of my half -eyed reflected everything,

But today solemnly viscous vaults of Isaac, languid years, monotonously from my neck,

Everyone sings to me: Hello, Hello, dear Isaiah!

You were here and lived, we remember your scandalics,

Remember the one that stood near you Duncan,

And not your sandals carried you after her,

And not to us, caring your foreheads, you lied about it.

How you suffered in this old age, young, lunar, and shone, and leafed through in the very depths of wrinkles. Its Loskutov faces, a hidden, but in the dilapidated runes there is only a cyst, which is a wasteland on hopeless time.

Through any, dead, ashamed of arrears, crazy dirt sprouts, bypassing poppies,

And while flowers on the stump of seconds are not asleep,

She will whine, as if in feather beds, on a black block.

You lost the essence, and yourself, and juices in it ...

But, of course, the day will pass, and after it is night.

We looked at it all, we are deaf, high

And nothing, nothing, has never been given to help.

The sandals will break up themselves in whitish knives, will stop running into the blizzard and he will get a lot, he,

That is you. And God will get hooked over us again

And all that once forever you were deprived.

Those clamps, and the hollows of the forehead, and the legless poems will disappear, like a burly sin, and you know yourself,

For Duncan, a scarf was sewn somewhere, and longitudinal bridges

They will take the entire international to the spans.

On shamanic tambourines knocking, becoming old women,

In our streets, the whole enlightened mind is drowning. It’s so light from the minds such that the tender spots will certainly impress something for these fools.

Your memory is in her and let what was attacked

It is not the dust of centuries, then only dust around noon. You lost weight, as if carrying corner cars in the shoulders, but

On other scales, other everyday life arose.

Your Zina Reich will cry, you don't like it. Your Zina Reich faithfully loves you like himself. So run barefoot, run, without vyuish shoes. Our vaults one of the days you will see again.