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Years rush into the distance,
Like mad birds.
Newly January, February
And the blank pages.
Calendar-fat
Lose weight every night,
It seems to be a trifle,
And behind only the dash.
I realized,
That the stars are unlikely
Fall at his feet,
Nowhere are my road
To the intersection of two worlds
Between the abyss and will,
I would like to close my eyes in pain.

How I would like to
Tomorrow I will wake up
And for a moment, at least,
In the past return.
Dip pen
In orange paint
And rewrite all my life,
As a fairy tale.
But now I,
Star hardly
Fall at his feet,
Will not lead the road,
Intersection of two worlds
Between the abyss and will,
I stand
Closing his eyes in pain.