Презумпция невменяемости - Полуночество
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What is left?
Measure the room with steps
Splashed
Silence, I catch my hands
Low light
Cup of coffee and half -bank cigarettes
I would be sleep, but from myself
There is no salvation
And I don't really want to
My diagnosis is midnight
They will sharpen their teeth and claws sharpen
I am preparing to meet the dawn

Paradoxes
Thoughts - a surrealist brush
And questions
Without response and without meaning
I plunge
I become callous and tougher
Sin, I repent
But at the bottom it is somehow easier for me