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Let a thousand people die
So that it would be more fun
So that laughter would scream from the windows
Sharpening our blond locks
Let the Moscow River dry up
The mouth will enter our mouths
It will die like an old woman at the porch
In two days, its old man
And the word will rise like oil
And only a thousand nights
Will cut the world of spring in tears
And will lead to gray hair
Snows, cats and fur of beards
Become a chord of a bunch of notes
Scatter yourself as a drop
Fly all into the flames of the wilderness
Let your hands be under your teeth
Sensing the bows grinding
You have outlived yourself, apologize
While the voice of birds is heard
Dashes and dots in punctuation
The sculpture will not become a god
We kick the day into the snowdrift bushes
Knives, ladles, a smear
A corner lies under the sun
I dexterous with sticky candy
And ground meat
Blue-chomping world
Neighborly like a wall of holes
Spring comes, May passes
April like a stunner
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