At a debate with himself night…

At a debate with himself night
ubiv, swallow the smoke, do not mind
swollen throat in hand to climb.
The buttons of the line is ready to hold.

Chynyaya themselves pravёzh, heart, the mind,
sometimes izvedesh such darkness
and time and words, that aching chest,
that sometimes in the mirror ready to look.

But it's just you, and your life
stacked in facial features, end
whose firm is in trouble, in work
and, apparently, alien to any environment.

But it's just you. Your face
to couple the ring itself arguing.
Do not blame the mirror, that skrivlen mouth:
you Lot's wife and himself Lot.

But it's just you. And your background - hell.
Look forward without the hassle. ago
see without horror. Be straight and proud,
razdroblen iznutri, firm to the touch.

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