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On the drain drip snot of October
I have not noticed how the leaves fall calendar, but you
You see how the sky is dying inside permanently
Afloat, and tears are falling from the attic
I was, for a long time you do not care about me.
glass capillaries
air masses
And straight from the eye
A pack of Marlboro Red
You thought everything will be so?
Ah, yes
Bullfinches were killed by exhaust
Your messages at night with the dust
But no star, but remnants of the skin
Caught in an artery
A slight pressure
From the word sky
You and the sunset is almost equivalent
In the old boiler again
sparkle with radio
I'll look at you
Only Rear View
Hands dirty
Looming on sandpaper craters
You are my golden section
And I'm your Leonardo
But it's all in the mind
It's all in the mind
In the case
I just buy a ticket to Syzran
For you this happy end
this is the end of life for me