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I turned the vase upside down ...

I was almost sick again,

they immediately on the snout

due to spasm,

The pain of a tense eye

Everything was so poor

Choply, dirty.

It is dangerous for those pleasures, clean your eyes purely with a layer of haste ...

And I fucked all these cheap fables!

Than not to see,

not to hear,

What could be more beautiful?

But I went far from their passion,

Apparently the wrong suit

Forgot their epistasia,

In his caste,

Whereas in the rest I see only no one’s desired swastika handwriting ...

And I remembered this girl different

The one that trembled

I played with different flowers,

The body burned with virgin guilt.

And what has become with Nastya, with her passion now?

____

The eyes disappeared

The grated hollows of longing and sadness tore the brains to pieces and were silent.

In clubs of bar smoke,

Olarly, black mascara flowed on the cheeks.

Sergey, Serezhenka is a friend,

Either the husband, something about feelings,

Mmm, yes, the wine became empty and swallowed the wilderness.

Nastyusha well, eat better there the same menu wome!

And there they jerked vodka of the wanderer,

More than once kayani

were driven into chairs

piled in the bowels of consciousness,

stink of drama,

Disaded frames did not help,

Gamu was supplemented with the walls of merged ladies, shuffling glasses, romance of a faded shawl, blind glances, oozing pus from charm,

It was near

Eyes looked into the mugs

What is the annoyance?

Let's kill her with drunk whores!

Disracting thoughts, leisure gossip, endless impoveris feeds dinner, paintings are blurred,

Taras are bursting,

as if glasses of fate are broken,

But it is spilled in a new one with heat.

Wine whispered about the old

I was already thinking crazy or what?

Did not heed in his eyes,

Eyes from under the hair without looking stabbed ...

That spring, both legs were cut off to Uncle Kolya ...

I looked at my mother under the ceiling,

swallowed a lump, shouted later,

Sanded later,

saved with dreams and umbrella,

She left full sadness

A small old house.

The tears were erased to not,

to dust, eyes captured for a moment and closed,

forgot,

You can’t turn it like they lived

I saw the veins

How the cheekbones played.

Fuck, but somehow all the same lived!

And I remembered this bitch otherwise

Other thoughts, phrases,

The meaning of what was said

Now she was facing me,

But with his back,

And what has become with Nastya now,

What kind of misfortune?

Cut wrists,

Leaky veins,

ampoules of blind happiness,

The aura faded for a long time already,

burned the bridges of bonfires different,

The places are dirty.

A trembling chin buried my shoulder

in the sense of this, it has nothing to do with

about nothing…

She still gave warmth

I beat the table with my hands,

The fool shouted that,

But it was not that.

Gave birth to sobs in the dusk,

She breathed heavily deprived me of showing herself with a severe type.

But my look as the enemy was Dick,

And only when the brandy swallowed for a moment I went limp and wilted ...

I just felt sorry, sorry ...

That claw, landfill,

Uncle Colin’s chair chair,

The eyes of a three -year -old Misha,

They have a dumb question,

I didn't hear from birth

And he gave birth to many tears.

Sorry for the letter of the brother,

dressed in camouflage,

Letters without an addressee,

Sorry for the floor, sorry the house,

Sorry

What is completed and closed,

Dolistan and buried,

And behind the scenes dull Nastin view ...

Fresh air sober ...

Yes, I did not really drink

He flew a gray fragment,

From four sides threatened to crush.

Poron met me

To conduct ...