Boris Red. (№ 164424)

You danced, no, you danced, you danced,
I do remember vodka was scarce, and the sky a lot. Well,
honest to God, it was summer. Before the dawn, the light of a lantern was
blue. You've forgotten everything. But it was. And yet you were singing.
The foliage rustled. The number of what? Is this the case...
Not in this case!
But here's the thing: I lie shamelessly, and cheekbones that
in lies, and only love can.
But life goes.