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It is not necessary for me. It is not necessary about anyone.
Take care of yourself, at vsadnytse mattress.
I was not more than the mouth, but more than the language of,
latent rodent vocabulary.

Now in your barn cat eyes,
store grain from spoilage and damage,
read sadness, then dormant,
when after me chased ax Pharaoh.

Why would it suddenly? Silver temple?
Set on edge in the mouth of oriental sweets?
Potustoronnyy sound? But the rustling of sand,
desert mascot, in my watch-glass.

Grinding his cruel, nuggets - heavy,
and the bones of it whiter, than just reworked.
But it is better to chew it, than the lips from the heat
lick in the shadow deposited pyramids.

1994

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