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Dreaming of things
I dream at night.
Like my land
Bastard sold out
And scattered.
Turned up.
Turned up.
On the graves of cloves
Like I'm watching a sad movie
It’s crap
Shout out:
Glory to the country crap.
I have a terrible dream
Dreaming, daydreaming,
There is a knock at the door in the evening.
Dreaming like we all
Climb the stairs
Into emptiness.
Flags dreaming:
In the hands and on the spiers,
The day is running out.
Dreaming like pseudo-patriots
Fell in love
Homeland.

Dreaming.

Dreaming from the fall
Dreaming of death.
Dreaming about how the blind ask:
Let us see.

The city is full of holes.
The city is broken
Soiled, crumpled.
Dreaming, like I woke up
And still sleeping.
Not our dream, but summer.
Laughing ...
In sandals ...
People dream
At the bottom of the well.
In which they spat.
Pain and tiredness on the faces
Someone deceived everyone.

Dreaming.

Is all this really
I dream of one.

Dmitry Kachmar