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you and I will remember October, the same one when we left,

They opened all the doors wide, but they couldn’t find a way out with you.

looked for shelter for the heart in other strangers,

they drank, walked, so dirty, without embarrassment, without foreplay.

give me the first phrase, I don’t know how to start,

about how much pain I was in and where I could find a pier?

I don’t write about you, but I write only about “us”, us who do not exist, “us” - from dozens of phrases.

you will only squeeze out a few words about not calling,

that you don’t care and in general, so that I forget about you,

I forgot, like a bad dream, but the main nightmare is two hearts that died in unison, without starting to love, they thought to forget, but they did not forget.

A couple of minutes is enough for me to compose something new.

You are my endless reason for creativity, the one that you don’t give a damn about,

You kept saying something about sex, but who the hell needs it?

I'm talking about love, and you're talking about someone's bed.

Really, I no longer care about my love,

You know, I learned to do without you,

But for some reason my heart is beating so fast

Every time I see someone who resembles us.

I will stay in this world forever

In text, in stereo, and, alas, our common past too

I'm sorry if you tried to let it all go

'Cause like you said, you only loved the image in your head

Well, love me, and I will continue to write about our sick love with you.