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This is how they begin
These sad fairy tales
From the morning jack
I fell out, but alive
And may these songs bless
Born in a copper pipe
The fallen alpha,
Missing beta
And a quiet gamma,
What will fall by a plain marginal mark in the graph on the slander
On those who were sitting on the pipe

And the whole point is
That the color blind, the blind man and the sick glaucoma,
Not heeding the advice,
They started the night sometimes in search of light,
Not knowing what it is
Hoped,
For nothing, his hope is testing -
The blow was case -precisely accurate.
They parted with the ground through a comma,
But everyone believed that he was a point.
The last point

I love
you, but I hate
poetry!

And I write my texts -
What airy dough,
But damn it came out lumpy
Love, I hope we will
We know each other better
I do not find a place for myself ...

Scarlet Sails,
The bloodied caravel
Kara and Vera ...
Death to infidels
In the name of salvation of the coffin of the Lord
Name this name
Aren't animals, and faith -
The cause of inversions?
I do not believe in this
Mother,
Why is it full of underworld?
Why does she weigh so much?

In the meantime, wait
Second coming of God's Son,
But who to be Judah?
Three dozen and coins -
These are old bets!
Maybe someone will give and more
On caked sheets
Gradually cool
The one who came to you again from nowhere ...
Well, and you, waiting for a miracle,
In an inconceivable crush,
Enjoy the vision of the pain
Unprecedented pain ...

Waiting for you,
To tell you again
The word "love"!

With Kuteriy in my head,
Similar
Fantasies Bosch,
With faith in the heart and pain
Crazy saint of Lamanchi
For the Primadonna on the stunted chat
Starts by a trot ...
Not finding Dulsinea of ​​Tobossian,
Give your heart
Dus from under Tobolsk
Don't be afraid,
Lead her through the La Channel,
A sad and valiant knight ...

Vienna bells us a ruff
Look, fetishists
Discharged the clips
In your favorite artists
Long live the new massacre
Although this shooting range is old as the world.
Or war ...
And we are allowed to dream about power
From sea to sea,
But the Adam's apples in the morgues ...
Mom, I don't like still lifes
Let me wake up from sleep ...

After all, I dreamed
What am I composing
Sad fairy tales
And someone, my censor ...
No, not that
Here the picture changed:
This is Guy Julius Caesar
What kind of strange host
And I said as if:
Oh Caesar, listen, I am your gross,
And I will take your life.
I wanted to know
The weight of betrayal,
Net and gross
And I realized: it is weightless.
Almost weightless ...

I lie to you
What every day I love
All stronger ...

Apomplex is coming
Or apocalypse,
Soon all this will incinerate
But I ask, let it ask - let the moment last:
I'm afraid to be late
This summer, where is a linden color,
And the leaves do not fall
Burning letters ...
We run on the stage
Forever forgetting about the wings,
But they will not make us wait

So let the galaxy melt
In the dance of a pregnant night,
In milk of single mothers
Look how it sucks your chest
A two -week killer
Our crazy love ...

Spineless,
Limp,
Helpless...
Help!
Remember the shield
What did you once hid us with you?
This strange life
With hope,
With faith,
With love...-
Look for this time ...

This is how these
Sad fairy tales,
But from morning jack
I got into the atmosphere
Freeded fear,
What is so huge
But finely dispersed ...
And charter, I get married on a girl
From the house opposite.
Why are you against
Mom?, - If there is no more strength to live and write like this
All these damned songs
All these sad tales ...