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Not the desire to do nothing will always be my topic
not we or body motionlessly, there is wind and I would
take and memory erase from sadness and those days
in which he had sown because of the ladies that wanted to stir

Change road All in gray colors, pain and fear
time risk, put everything on con
The whole truth in words and that month March
not at all who shown himself in the evening in the houses

strangers, and you are bitch with someone
And the world is not nice as an 8th number threw flowers
Flyera to paradise and dust from machine upholstery
Remind autumn, constantly shot down mode

that guy who failed to live like that
Sketching the sketches of poems to a new sheet
did not see a long time ago dreams and somewhere run
Following the sad notes who play love

my jealousy outside of my face and to the end
In flight with the sky of the lip bic because
irrelevance of old topics in the basket washed
not navidyev morning, because a dream flew

because something shattered in her eyes, then gone, forgot
then foliage rustle, on the bosch hood, washed
For a week, smoothly, I understood everything was in vain
Play game where you wake up without loving ...