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Another slap and thoughts in blender
And like you are a bag of dust, drawn by a festive ribbon
What is there in your carriage with a cart
Even a sea of thoughts, everyone does not care

Some kind of rubbish beckoning you with a finger again
And if in a nutshell, then the shell is hardening
The bed is squeezing you like a paste
And you. You ask for one more. revenge

And who are you, milk on the lips did not dry out
Crap. The little man of the third grade
And you hang on your ears cord of bicfords
How to be and what to do now

But you need to make all the blame with a spatula
But people still don't like anything
And they send me again to the damn mother
And I return to you
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All the same drug addicts and moralists torment the soul
It pulls me out of bustle with a huge paw. Here is a loop.
you need to tighten properly
So that, as it should be, to bury

I remember. An offensive word fell from my lips like from a pocket for trifles
Some stranger joined the ground
As if a comrade believer has been smeared to you by God

I hibernate like a river
Knowing, nothing will happen as before
And time will ask me more specifically
And the past clings to the damn claws

face in a pillow like a hot frying pan. We must fight
Tolerate
When sent to a damn mother
And I return to you
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You forgive me
For the fact that a fool and
I scratch your heart from dawn to dawn
For the fact that it is wrong
Constantly wrong
But you just call me

But just tell me what you need
Let them go to the damn mother, and
I worse without you