I fling off devil
I get loose
Eject has cracked
And therefore:
The course of life s smooth
Just soothe
your heart
Your paramour
& paramount ego.
Pain
Dissembling pain
Shut up & play..
Thy dismals forge
And mould damn temper.
Sew up my mouth,
Suture wounds,-
Crying with music,
I surrender.
They say we play
Much better when
There s no words
To throw in silence?
I throw
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Помню, что в этот день родился Экзюпери. Подниманю бокал с кефиром в Вашу честь)
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