Джек Абатуров - Исповедь
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I wrote not a letter
And confession.

Eye eyes.
I left the apartment.
He was guarding the stairs.
I wanted to talk about
which no longer knew.
I wanted to talk about
As no longer lived.

I wrote not a letter
And confession.

God saw -
how to unsuccessfully shallow holes
And cut the tourniquet.
He escorted his gaze with a fading look
Tram in the depot.
From the package at night poured on the table
sesame.
How I sat in a cold kitchen.
I read poetry.
Got used to the void of the July heat
get sick.
And caught a pre -sunset sail
on the lens.
I loved this world.
I was eager to look at him.

And he wrote not a letter
And confession.

Believed in
that love has turned into a bead of turquoise.
But the heavenly chisel crumbled June.
And hopes burst for happiness,
Like a bubble.
I stood and looked at the stars.
I ate fillir.
Watched the neighboring dog on the bushes
growls.
Calculated who is the title in the euro
bombardier.
I remembered the sweet taste
cherry jam.

I wrote not a letter
And confession.

Five weeks.
And, like a pendulum, flicker
From wall to wall.
My thoughts covered my thoughts with a dense raid
TsVEL.
I - like a valuable leaf - lost
And lost in price.

I could not say prayers
And the psalter did not know.
The taste of hope in the mouth was similar
Almond.

I cherished the endless inside myself
shame.
I love you.

I love you.
I love.