Юджин FATAL - Ольга
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Each time, straightening a tie on the neck,
The same idea came to mind
But putting a withered palm on the crown
The old woman-stiff extended time

He choked on memories and as suspended
On the voice recorder listened to her voice tender
Having cut off all wires and social networks
Having traveled all hospitals, hotels and hotels

You can’t do anything here
The character burst, bumping on a sharp spike
Her donated rose in the back of the seat,
And leaving there, wallow with a certain contempt.

He kept it carefully, endowing it with the divine
Closing from unnecessary meetings with sunlight
Red treped fetish and once one day
I wanted to arrange a photo-video session

He began to lock himself in his office
In a recently converted large library
Pouring into a cracked glass of Chateau, then port
Drank so eagerly that I stained my sleeves and briefcase

Why are these books? They taught patiently
But they did not show as it should, and they themselves did not know
Having absorbed the smell of candles, they stood uselessly
And remembered the finals of the first dates

Affairs of dust falls on the shelves
He writes on the shelves: save me Olga
Come at least today, come for a short time
I got a black patch in the darkens
Rolled into a ball of these rooms road
My capillaries contacted the knot
An echo is extended, walking around the house
Steps cut the floor, bleeding bleeding

The theater becomes a complete absurdity
Illiterate speech of one crazy
Words and hangover squeeze hands to each other
Do you want to be with her? Dick you dick!
Walls eat more and more space
Dwarves break curtains from a curtain
Hid under the table so that they would not get there
Try bitches, stop !!!

Deflected by drafts,
Lost the meaning of intrigue
They accumulated in potholes
His wrinkles are convincing
He can only hate himself
But not to forgive her not within his strength

Relopped Skype Vectors of Movement
The conditions for the further meeting are re -sounded
And in the expectations of light spectra draw
Extra -solemnity, extravagance, extravaganza.

Every night I write the same portraits
Long hair of carbon-black color
Red dress, neckline, earrings, bracelet
A little narrowed look is full of riddle and light
Fire weaves lace, tears the shadows
Burgundy poison washes crystal walls
The glass is already on the edge, as if by chance
She spilled wine on an evening dress. Actress…
And we are already dancing barefoot
Deja vu, or 135th sleep
How can? I know what will happen later:
All the smells of the night merged into a frantic moan.
Stay or leave me alone! What's this?
Mania, nonsense or paranoia?
Cold sweat, again climb on the walls
Grab the ghosts playing the scene

I heard her steps and voice in silence
She whispered, scanning sly
I saw her eyes and hands in the dark
I touched the void with cold lips
He ran through the rooms and corridors
Inhaling the thin aroma of vanilla
On the smell of ground coffee
To fog, in scraps of false words and letters

Tears cut the skin, corroded palms
Burned with cold, turned into stars
Scream, wild laughter, hoarse moans
I wove you, I created you
The lips in the seizure whispered: "Olga, Olga!"
Again wild laughter and hoarse moans
You don't know anything, leave
You don't even stand her hair