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I smoke a lot of pointless.
It makes no sense to write much.
It makes no sense to a lot of jokes.
About much to ask,
but it is also pointless.

All my sincerity - noise.
All of what I'm here more -
is put in charge if the throat to the knife
and become fallen leaves.

The heart of it is not put out alive,
but after a new shot at us -
cut and show
You can even perform anywhere.

And if I really sinking is not given,
and if I come easy,
why only watch the bottom?
That's why it hurts again?

I said, I am not afraid if you suddenly stop your metronome
on the other hand full of wine glasses
and remember only the good.
You are asked: Do not feel sorry for me if you, really, does it matter?
I said I'm sorry, but only to regret
Not long left.

...

Black Volga rushing in a white winter.
I'm here - unbearable.
Change the order of actions.
Change the mask, I have a friend,
apartment numbers, numbers simok ...
I smoke and I drink coffee black,
as humor among the unfortunate,
but you are still knocking,
neighbors heard I be able to announce
new blow yours and in the grip of a new tomorrow.
She became tired, sad -
and I know it
because of me...
Guilt is a heavy burden.
Look at yourself honestly - it means longing.
And of course:
& quot; it is time to look enough to endure, needs to be changed ... & quot;

...

I saw your dream. I saw how I was dying.
I saw how slowly stretches the day without me,
how easy it is not to lie.
I saw the eyes that read the book.
I saw tears in them, like a hug, but his hands were left with the body.
He is seen as a city Ukroyut clean and white -
if the child in the bed, as if smoothed voice in stereo ...
You yourself have not heard, it became confused
love has no longer any right
out to wait on that to remember
the fact to believe.
Having read this book, I thought
that it will be more chapters.

People flee headlong, as if thinking, if the binary code
program, where every verse is lovely - always a little betrayal.
And if you can forgive me, and continue to drive the oxygen of the branches of the tree of blood vessels and veins,
and if you can stay ...
Then do it, please. Give me one more day.
Die - this is generally not terrible,
even if only a couple of TV season - Bezrukov, Pattinson.
Scary at this point that you loved to sit on the bed,
and you will not be able to hug and touch
her delicate fingers.

Think of it as a request to stay.
Consider his every stroke.
You - it passed over the gift,
Fellow devoid of all output.
Today the rain poured down, and tomorrow we are waiting for the fire.
I want you to beat in my chest,
fight not too quiet.
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I spent a stapler arm,
to you my blood warmed.
We will break the onslaught of the walls.
The world is so complex, we are soft-bodied.
Dies me a pack of wolves.
Night. On the overpass with flashlights.
I was almost ready,
Circle killed a bunch of angels.
I spent a stapler arm,
to you my blood warmed.
Do not forget me, my dear.
Do not forget me, spineless.

Once all die jigs and stop
trains.
The collapse of the railways.
All the words disappear.
I'll die on the road,
I am wishing he did not say anything.
In the hall, in a fetal position to die somebody's sister.
Sea cease throw
dolphins, whales, drowned ashore.
Silly boys no longer silly'll listen.
Once all die jigs and stop
trains.
One day, I think the world will come pussy.

I can for both of us to die,
thousands perish under the baseboards.
Imaginary cons colds do not sting as much,
stings like the word & quot; Love & quot ;.
Neurotransmitters - dopamine, endorphins.
To catch up with phenylethylamine,
How far we have not been,
as the young and vulnerable,
both adore believe in fairy tales.
If something huge that breaks,
throws on the wall, it turns on the tiles,
It makes the dive, forgetting fins,
tackles and oxygen tube.
If all these feelings -
only vasopressin and oxytocin.
Wrap me in the paper withered.
I do not want to be alone.