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When the soul is in the vice when the pulse is in the temples, when the longing pulled in big cities, know the fear in my eyes! .. Sometimes it seems to me that the pain is only a way to break us your nose into a sea of ​​questions, akin to the Albatrosian flight from the sky. , Diamonds of roses are burning in the rays of the dawn sun of our tears - the prose of the soul spasms at the voltage reached billionth volts, we pull the eaten salt. Surrounded by dirty puddles, as a cloud, suffering frightened, as if woven, blinded in the eyes of the turnsome, heavenly architects of useless nurseries in this hour ... Here is a nememoch, no one can help us already, the blood in the chest bubbles on this soil. "Speak in the shoulders! .. Maybe it will become easier," the older chapter cried at the window of the pharmaceutical man, the old coats, the Ksevi is flavored, the fear of the brain is tormented by ticks ... "And how is it? .." for a visit In the late evening, Dr. Shoulder will be revealed, over the head of Milky's head - there is also placed around the points, but where is this woman that, twisting the limbs, will say: "Calm down, we will heal you ... forever ..." like a granite tip In the forearm enters interference, again a meeting in something somewhere on the ultimate light, the movement in the sky is permanently ... a medicine from rebelliousness in the mass, for drugs pay in the cashier! .. Where to cure a mental runny hubber? Medicine from rebellion in the mass! .. For drugs pay on the cashier ...

Crumpled to meet the wind of the windy of memory crazy, as a view, the ray of silver light to the cherished goal is the one that once heard a poet, a birch in an unknown direction barely barely. From the sunset until the dawn went around the city, I was looking for the place that the heart is expensive through rains, blizzards, the vehicles of the autumn gold, the rims of the spring gomon, Galdely green-young. Before his eyes, the days, weeks, years were flying ... The ice drew the pattern on the glass and sang a multi-voiced drop, and he fought in a swollen sinel fought, rushing the beast in a gray atmosphere. Sometimes at home with the columns, the doors were opened with the columns, the light of electric, the evening in the salons for a mimetal moment was rafting, but they were tired of the suspicion, suspiciously stood up, suddenly the body was swept, the insight appeared, he realized that he was looking for the sun ray among brick walls and gray clouds who manage the shadows, fell on his knees, spread his hands to the sky, shouted: "Kill me!" And the stars turned pale from the human pressure ...