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The next station is the depot.

I sit senselessly, and the train goes to itself, slowing down ...

I slept through the last chance.

I sit, breathing senselessly - I'm boiling in a cauldron. Between us: the next station is the depot. I sit senselessly, and I remember not at all what should be remembered, getting stuck in a dead end, falling into the last dive. Where the journey ends, there are homes ... Slowly, slowly the train approaches the station "Forever"; I waited for her so much, yes, I waited for a long time ... Voices disappeared behind the wall. It is not a sleepy octopus that crawls out of the compartment into the aisles, but those who will never wake up again, even suddenly having resurrected, or even deciding not to sleep! On the tectonic drawings of naked souls, between the layers, the stifling scales of scales were driven in a wedge. In memory, for some reason, you again ... And more and more difficult and less often the joints hit the wheel. Slowly, slowly, the train approaches the Forever station. I've been waiting for her, yes, I've been waiting for a long time. A depot station was announced. I sit senselessly, and late autumn is here, under the windows - please wait for orders! I will wait for you in my new life, I don’t know who - the stream will direct, carry, determine, clearly along the dotted line of the dividing line. The sting pierces, a platform stirrup to the leg - like the last, for itself, cartridge. As there is little water in it ... The leaky sky will bite the wires, the day will never end on the floor above. The breath of the wind, the bloody cough of the crowns ... One floor above - is it the balcony that is pushing me?