цимлянского - Когда твоя девушка больна
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Quietly coughed a tired day
Measuring seconds
Panting in his dust
Like fatal sick watches
With a honed mechanism
And quietly coughed a tired day
Streams flow into your throat
Splashing out of the sea
Restless in someone's hands
I counted the clouds on the screens
For freckles, eyelashes
Somewhere far away
I'll wait long
And crumble in your hands
The cardboard sun burns
Paper clouds
And houses were floating through the streets
Drowned in the leaves
Like drunk ships
We shot cats from the trees on the network
But they got confused in them
We put the fins ourselves
Without cherishing the gills
Just painted and
In your throat streams flow
Hands draw doubts
But whose they are they
On dried streams
Learning from under the ground
The weathering wind was carried
Paper ships