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Kostya

We are always together, I know all the details
I steal them at the past and close the doors
I am lying on the floor while they sweep me off me
pills, cigarette butts, unspelisked time
past the bed like a finished T -shirt
I squeeze my fists, I want to level my breath
you go to work, your lips touch
the boundaries of my world behind which the Arctic
I wear you under my heart so that you hear blows
so flies in the face and so bones break
Sympathy lives no longer than Doshirak languishes
And I go to the gastronic for another portion
Depression, sweets from a pocket of a children's jacket
Something was before you and was called life
Now I'm trying to somehow count the minutes before bedtime
Dreaming not to hear the alarm clock anymore
as if I were created for something higher
as if I'm a chewing out above the abyss
Morning meets me, awakening like a shot
And you kiss my dreams as ugly babies
We are always together, no one will remember the hell
with whom you share your bed now
I cling to my nonsense while I'm on belts
finally carry to where it is not supposed to dream
pigeons fly past the windows of the hospital
The call is heard, everyone is being built for breakfast
we go to the pine and lipa and take the same
Floral beer and I hold you by the hand
pigeons fly past the windows of the hospital
procedures, inspection, cigarette for sweet
pills, side effects, the doctor threw his foot on his foot
There are only empty pages in my diary

Zhenya
We are always together, I am bipolar, you are okr
faying up the room while I hide under the blanket
Clacks climb from the walls, the ceiling falls from above
you hang underwear as if nothing had happened
When I get out of bed and enter the new phase
you score nonsense and take those of my ideas
which we can monetize immediately
so that there is something to live on when we get sick again
We are two perfectly effective lover
draw up graphs of my concerts and meetings
you remind you to sleep and eat and where are jars of medicine
so that he does not fall from the stage directly to the hellish stove
that in all past lives I was already dead
You talk about the smell of grass and noise of the sea
A non -existent future is images from dreams
Where I get to the edge of the map and ask "who am I?"
I look somewhere by the screen until I remember your eyes
And suddenly I wake up sharply in official pajamas
I am locked here: there is a balland, play chess
in the last psychiatric hospital, at the upper level with the gods
On my table only a pen and notebook
lines need to be filled, I return to childhood
to the creation of a world where there is an illusion of order
I draw us, fucking men
pigeons fly past the windows of the hospital
Cigarette cigarettes instead of bonuses and fines
I check the algorithms in the Metaphor language
I rummage in the old box, I remember faces
pigeons shit on the fence of hospitals
Electricity is buzzing like an ancient prayer
All my life experience in one algorithm
there is no more zero or one