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White smoke in August steranes my memory
I lost a weasel in the yards of stone
until I scherilsya the communal
She wrote poetry on my walls
until I scherilsya the communal
She sniffed the skin and cut the veins
I often think of the delicate pain
the wind often asks to sleep with me
a mother who he is you are not right
he is my God, and he is a youth of my dream
you hide your years-I still think
you hide your face, I know it
until I scherilsya the communal
She wrote poetry in my hands
days as clean dust among children
shadow like a dirty night my children
do you like life do not be afraid to take care of yourself
you like white bone erased chalk
until I scherilsya the communal
She sniffed my shirts and die
Five years ago, the winter my feet
a voice from the right side of my mouth whispers
who he is-response-he told me as a god
as holy ground absorbed the blood
until I scherilsya the communal
She wrote poetry on the ceiling
while I was sleeping in the communal
she loved me in your dreams
I have been waiting for the first minute
already inside
already need to look for the heat
rains washed away the tears from the face shabby
voice hoarse in scandals when I was waiting
a year ago, leaving you believe void
those letters is a dream blurred water
until I scherilsya the communal
She wrote poetry in his hands