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I live on the outskirts
And almost no one
Doesn't go to my quiet house
Where is winter
And in the evenings
Trains outside the window
Well, who happens
Then most often
Says a shameful one
"" We must fight ""
I'm silent
I'm yawning from boredom
From rescue nonsense
From sympathy
That my poems
Close-up children
They were given to be born
But now they are locked up
And does not matter
Late, early
There is no point
To be brought up and grow
I live on the outskirts

I'm here
When you turn off the light
With eyes full of tears
You hide under the plaid
Still here
When there is no one around
No more
Still here
Fear and wine
Confusion and sadness
Like
Rusty
Steel
Cold call
Silent reproach
Knitting from the feet
I'm here
A moment has turned in a year
A stinking landfill
Grows and grows