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the last days of winter ahead
mockery , spittle
from the depths
communal flats
without heating
exhausted himself as a photographer, poet and as a man
between me and the grave only own death
so very easy to go mad from hunger
attack on the walls and there is wallpaper
not to give emotion to the attacks of pain
recollections
suddenly
like a knife slashed across the throat
fresh breeze from the old garden
summer evening in the fire sinking look
dreamers like you , guard the dim light of the moon
and smells , the main thing - the smell of the night
rested in walnut, your body is his spine
embossed gray branches keep body gangrene
yes, they, too, clowns Bethlehem.

this is no joke , though eerily close
without raising his eyes
you see them trap

language does not move -
& quot; I'll be your & quot;
you will clear only complete isolation
in the suburbs between the forest and the rails
circling on repeat with a single song

here you are , and stories about dreams
leave until better days
in the next room , the neighbors
gathered in zeros drochat to snuff
rooms - kaleidoscopes
Shiryaev inside a rotten veins
with only one request -
birds fly call me home!

we are so straightforward squared Globe
Aesop tongue cut off and trampled
here a negative wealth
price lists only fatigue

summer snowfalls
kiss the cold bogs
time touch touch
Fear not all come, you still undermine
com litigation , honesty - vintage
prichischenny talc
And really
do you
me
Who?