Полет ей подарил свободу... - и ее не стало
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Girl dressed in pink,
Music in the player,
In the handbag "eleven minutes" Paulo Coelho
Fashionable cosmetics, horoscope for a week,
Notepad, Dupone bottle, "Arcelle" disc?
Or Nelly, a movie ticket at 22 with something,
He, she, hugs, kisses, complements,
The eyes are blue, huge, clean, relatives,
Delicate, passionate, clear, so sincere.
Diary with thoughts, business cards, pictures, matches,
Davidoff thin, light, bad habit,
Phone, passport, money icon with prayer,
Inexpensive Parker, poems in a beautiful postcard.
There is a currency of slow sleep,
Everything is clear - she is sad,
Tired of being invisible
The ordinary offended
Insincerity killed Vera,
The nerves buzzed with upset strings
Dreams - ash, forgotten plot,
And the time, meanwhile, was going on and the summer came,
Skyscraper, resting against the sky,
Logining her upstairs
Kill yourself ...
Yes ... but this is a sin ...
Accelerating a step, she went to meet fate,
My heart was beating, she prayed
But - to himself
Elevator: Thoughts, floors changed quickly -
She went crazy. Suddenly the doors opened
The floor seemed to be waiting for her
The sun beat out the window
A gust of wind is a broken glass.
Traitor cornice ...
She is down, 13 floors,
Thoughts were confused, fear of stupidity ...
A little already.
The head was spinning, agony, sky, asphalt,
She is between
The wind torn clothes from the body/
Life before my eyes, eyes filled with tears:
"What a pity, because I did not call my mother ..."
She suffered a lot, but lived so little,
The flight gave her freedom ... She was gone ...
People looked tiredly, someone cried quietly ...
Blood, blaming water, rain dripped ...