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Why rush somewhere? Torn the heart, which is barely sewn up. Own romance is visible at the bottom in multi -colored drinks. Smell in the depths of the camera lens, from glare to scream. Disrupt like a sugar house, with dreams of ransom.

All the most terrible torture, scattering with sparks under the ceiling, your smile like a shocker over the body of the current in delights. Fearing to lose memories, my eyes are reflected in you.

Each recognition is so loud to a whisper, and to a huge one. Every day, everything is like a new way, and in a special way. As if moans are not heard when we are arrested. I know this happy story.

And one in bed is terribly spacious. Like a layer of concrete. All my very acts remained for later, look through the sleepy eyes, and every second with you is utopia.

A fairy -tale world that is not in the usual consciousness. We created it, so we tried. Adrenaline rolls over, there is too much fuel. In the rivers of feelings on our hearts, we have no outflow. And the current is always warm, I am on this bit with cries, and you will hear a little later.

I see you in the waves of the sunset sky behind the roofs.

(True, it was written by someone, it was subtracted

and through the steps of the entrance

And the rays of the sun are closer to the evening

I will hear your voice in fleeting silence

I probably crazy.)

My heart is a pendulum, sways like a thread of rupture

By screams and sobs I remember our motives

I do not know how to live differently, and no one listens to me

If only the movements and liters of alcohol,

Turn up.

I loved every milimum of your body,

scattering into dust and outskirts

I still don't understand what you wanted

And just to say that I did not see

And what could not achieve, sitting with you shoulder to shoulder

hand in hand, and behind the walls of groans and squeals,

And if only to get a flower at that moment,

When sad.

our thoughts dissolved in all directions

Sooner or later, they will roll down straight to the steep slope.

And this is not a matter, to notice your gaze and

touch your skin pillow

And close the locks on the bolt.

I am in my broken Khrushchev behind closed windows

and with a huge heart fragment

I will not fall, but every dream is about you.

Where are you, and why is he near? ..

Maybe it's all a dream?

Why don't you hear anything?

the truth was written by someone, with you was subtracted

and through the steps of the entrance

And the rays of the sun are closer to the evening

I will hear your voice in fleeting silence

I probably crazy.

where are you? why? Wait!

Nearby, scatter into the leaves along the teasers

And just from my lean poems

Fucking loneliness.

And one in bed is terribly spacious. Like a layer of concrete.

All my very acts remained for later,

Let's look through the sleepy eyes

And every second with you is utopia.

A fairy -tale world that is not in the usual consciousness.

We created it, so we tried.

Adrenaline rolls over, there is too much fuel.

In the rivers of feelings on our hearts, we have no outflow.

And the current is always warm, I'm on this bit with cries,

And you will hear a little later.

I see you in the waves of sunset with roofs.