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Autumn has pulled clothes from space,
The wind of the beloved leaves gave
The vile did not frolic with them for long -
He threw it to the ground and evaporated
With wet asphalt, the soil met
Often, but soon everything was forgotten
Pits and cracks are a consequence of passion,
The heart is tired in search of happiness ...
A bad habit of feeding hope,
Believe in yourself, burning twenty times,
Think what exactly will be this time:
He will find out, love and will not forget ...
Terrible...

Winter has outlined large snowdrifts,
Minus forty no less
I hit the face not only with frost,
Verse according to the notebook, in the mind of prose.
It is not difficult to turn out to be a slave to the void -
You need to betray yourself for a long time and tedious.
Neither fish nor meat devoid of limit,
Stuck in space at the body level ...
Left feelings, emotions, tears,
White roses became gray-dry,
The soul was discolored near the final ...
Eating hope, to become heartless
Terrible...

She, they say, dies the last
There is no better salvation to the sophisticated soul.
She decomposes on the basis of faith
All that you will accumulate during your career
And he will throw it into a deadly pit at once,
Equalizes the rest so evenly and straight
That the bursts of spiritual happiness are striving
To zero. And most importantly - do not get confused in time:
Pray for salvation the highest forces,
Stay persistent, bend her pitchfork,
One choice remains - to put up
Or it makes no sense to beat with fate ...
Terrible...