Creepy O - Парашют
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In my characteristic manner
drama from scratch
like a wound on a mannequin
no pain and no consequences

but still sometimes wedges
Fitting like a blow from the knee
the brain asks for the exit
Forget this creature sooner

and yet
Do not need a debate
It is to blame, the feet of the claim
as if to tear the slings with a blade

without letting go
Like a boaver on the ground
crawled, scribbled contempt
To yourself

grunting on the sidewalk crouched
Losing balance
Roptal on white light
The coolness of your anger is cool

I thought the type of time is backward
And there is already the surface of heaven
Her surface is lovely
What kind of fucked up?!

All! Perhaps I will slow down
to complain her to horror
Circularly, already in the stomach
like a squirrel in a wheel, something turns

I will throw off this burden
I will burn on the shores of the Kuban
And it will remain for me as a keepsake
In the corner, a torn parachute ...