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He says: "I like to just watch
from the side, so you can not-touch-hand
you squirm like a whip,
hleschesh itself, line by line.
how cherneesh as you corrodes salt
when you hear that "falling snow", -
He says - I can see the pain in your brown
and tenderness, which never saw the light:
I am full of remorse at his throat.
burns so that envy of the deceased alive!
I - that he lived in your thoughts of the gate,
and still not yours. and is no longer yours.
in fact he ripped the heart, pierced heart,
because for centuries will not rust,
and you all - "my good", you all - "is so necessary!"
you know, I like to just watch,
as the world becomes your small chest,
too tight in the shoulders, the veins on his forehead torn ... "

I asked, at the feet of begging, - go away!
but he
always
remains.