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I am document the sixth cigarette, you boil from the balcony.
We ended all the wine and the money ended to call parents.
Our cat will no longer ask for food, he wants to leave the brothel,
Where you and I are sitting on the floor and crying on each other in the shoulder.

Our fights lead to thousands of different bruises and exclamations.
You are trying to hold my hands, but you lose sight of.
On the pillow my tears, my fingers, my moans and hair;
I scream in pain, I call the police.

In my stories, I describe the nature of Altai and the depth of Lake Baikal.
I will never know how you choked with cold tea with an excess of sugar.
It was on Thursday, and today is Saturday,
And I stroke you on the head, and I ask you to find a job.

Soon, the money will end with the money to buy a salad in plastic jars,
I will bring and ask you the last cigarette.
We will sit at home for two days, hugging each other and falling again.
I will not make you dinner because you are not worthy of it.

We will not go out into the street in order to freeze at the stop,
We want to drag the most homeless dog into our house.
You will find my stash of money and shut up in the window
Because if you survive, then survive the same.

I will never forgive you, and not because you betrayed me,
But because someone else did not live up to my expectations.
My best gift to you is a lighter and a cigarette me smoked.
And you will buy me a house and burn it after a second date.

I am sitting in a car with a person like Cooper.
And he hugs me, and you will not dare to say hello.
It seems to you that I am about to come to you,
But you see how I smile at him again.

And we no longer see each other in its former tenderness.
I will come home and tell you about my environment.
You will be jealous again to my appearance,
Throwing a stone into the glass so as not to see my reflection.

My love smoke me and throw me on the floor,
My love I scooped up wounds, but cried,
My love, I'm inclined in front of you
Rolling your legs like batteries in the winter of -40 in a panel house,
You are a non -insignificance, our fictional child said,
In response to the question I pose: where is your mother, son?
I have not seen her for so long, and suddenly the light will go out
On the faces of people, her messages are written with blood for me with love,
Suddenly, all the rivers of the world will freeze and remain in hopelessness with a sticking head,
At the bottom of glasses from under tea, see your reflection,
Absorb in the heart of burning after communication
With linest
At night my blanket goes to freedom
And it becomes cold to me
Hug me in the square
this sick city,
fever love,
Scarlet blood on
fences shook her head
Asserting that
You are my life,
You are my life,
Can't be
to make musicians in the subway
were much happier than us,
echoes of phrases, rolling into garbage tanks
panel buildings,
I drank my soul in exchange for a feeling of shame,
If you want to take it - take it, disassemble and collect it in a new one,
as you please,
My soul is a rag, my life is the remnants
shit on the sole of a high school student
in the most ordinary school of naive freaks,
With faith in life and stable work
Schedule 3 to 2, here it is happiness.

Note left for me
burned with a flame for 24 hours for many years,
I was intended to have a safety
but
I stayed in the fire trying to grab
someone by the hand
stung and lay unconscious for a couple of hours,
In my memory, insects postponed the egg,
governing my consciousness,
And we will never know what love is
And what is happiness
You are nothingness
Our fictional child said,
In response to the question I pose: where is your mother, son?
I haven't seen her for so long.