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last days of winter ahead
mockery , spitting
from the depths
communal apartments
no heating
exhausted itself as a photographer, poet and as a man
between me and the grave only own death
because quite simply go mad from hunger
attack on the walls and there's a wallpaper
not to give emotion to the attacks of pain
memories
suddenly
like a knife slashed the throat
fresh breeze from the old garden
summer evening in the fire drowning glance
dreamers like you , guard the dim light of the moon
smells and most importantly - the smell of the night
rested in a walnut, your body is his spine
embossed gray branches stored body gangrene
yes, they too are fools Bethlehem.

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

language does not move -
& quot; , I 'll be your & quot;
you cleanse 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
inside Shiryaev in rotten veins
with only one request -
fly the birds call me home!

we are so straightforward squared Globe
Aesopian language cut and trampled
here the negative wealth
Price lists only fatigue

summer snowfalls
kiss the cold bogs
touch time on the touch
Fear not all come, you still undermine
com claims , honesty - vintage
prichischenny talc
Yes, and really
you
I
who?