Book: Kootchie. Page 14
As painful acute! Know? Do you feel it? Close your eyes and sing, and sing. We will fight to the death in the sun souls we are the world carry around.
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Words - acquainted with architecture, words - ax, word - wall, we kill a creativity SIP of cheap wine.
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And our souls - corridors for alien pain of all people. We cry midnight behind the curtains, we have the memory of the crowded squares of the times of longing, times of despair, not dostuchatsya spring, the time of uterine silence all the shattered country.
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We do not die of old age, not from love, not from war, from sky blue to the extreme, screaming at us in the chest.
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