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Not that I'm going crazy, but tired of the summer.
Shirt in the locker polezesh, and the day is lost.
hurry to, whether, winter came and brought it all –
cities, men, but to begin with - Green.
I will not sleep undressed or read any
place someone else's book, meanwhile, the remnants of,
like a dog, escaped from the blind,
move in the right place asphalt.
freedom –
It is when you forget the tyrant's middle name,
and the saliva in the mouth sweeter halva Shiraz,
and, although your brain twisted, like the horn of a ram,
Nothing drips of blue eyes.


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