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Where is your May
Where is your May
Dirty skin dirty room
Rusty bathroom, brittle hair
Black walls yellow tablecloths
Shadow on the floor in a dressing gown
Burned by goby patterned carpet.
Not a disassembled table, a wardrobe for a compartment
Stool with glued beer print
Old sofa, Neskafa
Yellow bulb flashes fissures
Dirty cold February
The cop took off his cap in his hand
The doctor said: "I'm sorry"
Her whole life was a shadow from the shadow
Where the weeks were smoldering like matches burned
Days
She was dying so often so sincere
The brightest spark
Her whole life was a shadow from the shadow
Where the weeks were smoldering like matches burned
Days
She was dying so often so sincere
The brightest spark
Her whole life was a shadow from the shadow
Where the weeks were smoldering like matches burned
Days
She was dying so often so sincere
The brightest spark
Her whole life was a shadow from the shadow
Where the weeks were smoldering like matches burned
Days
She was dying so often so sincere
The brightest spark
Dark bedroom bed bedroom
Blue curtains are turned off the light.
In the kitchen a mess. Noisy bass
The track heard by everyone
Stupid thoughts, strange rustles
Loose braids on pillows
You laugh at this absurdity
Into its cranial cavity
Sharp cheekbones, stooped shoulders
Thin fingers, cold evening
Unnecessary children in the parental blanket
First and last meeting
Simple mistakes, typical Aion
Bad solutions, incorrect conclusions
Do not submit a petition
An unfamiliar alien district
A thunderstorm scorched the sky with a scalpel
From the torn wounds of his IOC facade
Multi -colored blocks, swing from plastic
Multifunctional garden
Savings lamp migked crack
A violent summer evening declared sadness
The cop took off his cap in his hand
The doctor told me: "Sorry"
Her whole life was a shadow from the shadow
Where the weeks were smoldering like matches burned
Days
She was dying so often so sincere
The brightest spark
Her whole life was a shadow from the shadow
Where the weeks were smoldering like matches burned
Days
She was dying so often so sincere
The brightest spark
Her whole life was a shadow from the shadow
Where the weeks were smoldering like matches burned
Days
She was dying so often so sincere
The brightest spark
Her whole life was a shadow from the shadow
Where the weeks were smoldering like matches burned
Days
She was dying so often so sincere
The brightest spark