слушай шум - человек,который вечно помят
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in the stuffy room thought only about that
what to stop wanting to die or become kinder
unsuccessful denial of pain is included in the framework
that they are crumbling for sure faster
than the most fragile glass without any cut
who needs your tears if you are not crying with acid
Requests are similar to the rustle of birch
If your lips are salty
and smell of sea water
Yes, why not get up and would not leave
Do not slap the door and not forget
I spend all the evenings in the apartment
I spend to the swollen eyelids
Did you spit out the subconscious? And where are the words
It turns me here and beats
You start to ruin everything right in the morning
Everything will collapse and the pain will leave
now wok musicians like dirt
And everyone began to write poetry
after I could get too tired
from some kind of corrupt scum
Morning meets dawn,
And if the dawn is not ready for the day?
I write when the mini forces lights
Furning on the skin only scraps of all words
I hear how it is torn the wrong side releases the pair out
Our life is not the original, but a trick
it's so hard to get out of the way
Or better throw everything into the window
Throw out, spit out, bury
Morning, day, evening, midnight and
Screams under the windows "don't forget"
the clock is the same numbers
Days go merging into one
If you can't find half
convince everyone that you are one
The boy who believed in fairy tales
died in the backyard of the soul
Every second is blind from dirt
And in my head cockroaches and lice
And the child knocks out
asks to return his pencils
to draw if bad
If cockroaches and lice are in my head
When the evening meets with a sunset
The sunset is too exhausted and drunk
The hangover of his grains are rolled
And the person who is always rumpled