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And you sniff out vodka with my shirt,

In which you fell asleep that crazy evening.

In a white coat, next to my white -free

You will be the most beautiful of drinking women.

And I will start with you as your film actor in silence incomparable

It is a pity to imitate yourself.

We are not in the silent room. We are no longer alive at all

And everyone does not care about us.

Question: Where am I a poet from? I eat what

To put milk and blood in a puzzle?

This essence has no truth. The rhyme as a whore is touched by everything, but she doesn’t care.

And I am insanely lonely. Madly true to his whore soul to everyone who is cheap to me.

And if there were people - seams,

then I would never meet my first seam at will.

I am dangerous and do not forgive those who are older.

I do not think about what they say, for these thefts.

Once I get my fingers in the paint, I will forget you all and put you on red.

Your symphony from a number of expensive hysteria, jealous thoughts and the main role in my bed - all this is my personal orchestra of personal blues for too personal to meet me in my muse.

What will happen if I leave? If I am friends with a bullet? Or the virus will become closer to the sun, let. Let the reason is not important, love is in the places where two cars suck in shock, yes.

I have no one against. I have no one against.

And you sniff out vodka with my shirt,

In which you fell asleep that crazy evening.

In a white coat, next to my white -free

You will be the most beautiful of drinking women.

And I will start with you as your film actor in silence incomparable

It is a pity to imitate yourself.

We are not in the silent room. We are no longer alive at all

And everyone does not care about us.

I somehow have nothing to say to your order. I do not keep quiet

I just can get tired like everyone else.

And the sound is like a clumsy elephant in front of a vaz window.

And I, as a clumsy, are not in myself.

I did not answer a hundred questions as a blitz.

The PM is clogged with too personal letters.

My corridor is for all coming a pier.

You speak out. You just speak out.

And you sniff out vodka with my shirt,

In which you fell asleep that crazy evening.

In a white coat, next to my white -free

You will be the most beautiful of drinking women.

And I will start with you as your film actor in silence incomparable

It is a pity to imitate yourself.

We are not in the silent room. We are no longer alive at all

And everyone does not care about us.