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Poem
730 steps
Introduction.

- Do you breathe?
Are you still breathing?
Yes, how are you not dead
Under this one roof
With name
Her gentle?!
Listen,
That's what:
Show these windows
What a pity
Your creature.
In the windowsill, put yourself
Like glass.
Swert your body with the ground.
You are less than nothing.
Don't think anymore.
She will call you a coward.
From anger becomes fun:
Perethge blindly
On her nerves
Supply-lover
Mash.

At night
Seven -story echo
Breaks off her thin lips.
This is my
731st
A step from the Lord God.

1.
The skin is whiter than the walls of this room.
Cold morning.
Dumbfounded, vain
I carry the body to Moscow streets,
The eyes are torn
Squinting sleepily.

What day of the week?
I lost my account.
I have not written a single word
For the last…
How much is there?
Months? Years?
Or has only a couple of hours passed?
I would like to believe
That this is a dream
Blinds his eyes to the bolt.

Come on. Go.
Take a cross
Your pride
In the middle
Ribs.
Bring to Calvary
From home and to work,
From the corridor to the rooms
Unserposed,
Erased.

Run away.
Crush the foot
About the comfort of the platform,
Come to your hometown
AND…
The city is full of memory.
City to make you
The city is plowed by walks,
Where are you my hand
She was no longer afraid to hold.

Even now it strokes me
over the hair
Without you
My first March rain.
And I'm waiting for all addresses,
It seems to me - you will come.

Please come.
This is a separate world.
I am instead of wallpaper
All our photos
At night I watch like a movie.

It seems to me that you are not you
Crucified on social networks,
Scratching thin syllable,
Where definitely not us.
It seems to me that you are not you
You turn off the path.
You certainly could not.
It's not me
I spend the night under your door
Smart like a puppy:
"Well, please believe me."
This is not us
We pass, half -freeing,
I do not dilute alcohol tea
After meeting you random,
With thoughts "Bitch! Well, don't miss the same! "

Seems.
Seems.
Seems.

I'll get around now -
You smile.
You.
I am alive in your arms.

I disassemble the bed for two.
As if I'm not alone.

2.
Name.
Like a carved on a stone
Fingers.
Creaks with a spell,
Dancing
Feverish breathing.
Like the death of all trees
In the middle of May.
So I don't write poetry
This is a dumb crown.
Tear them off
Change,
Run to shreds
Recognizing your name
In my every line.

How ridiculous all our points are.
We try to complete
Unfinished,
Referring to the impossibility
To stale,
On the past
Other,
Inability to feel thinner.

And I miss your voice
When I suffocate at night.

3.
I have not even come to anyone,
Do you know.
The point, of course, is not that.
Just seven billion lives in the world,
And there is no one to talk to at all.
It's not about youthful
Maximalism,
With a fist when in the chest,
And promise that
Not in this, they say, life
I will be with someone.
We are not small children.
There will be
Do you know…
Only without abyss
Somewhere inside.

The case is three months before.
When we, not knowing each other,
Were in love and happy.
When you are past the fifth bus -
We admitted each other.
When we were so close
More than ever after.

There is no other God except the Lord.
But there was a godly
air.
Lips. Dimple. Moles. Voice.
Neck. Hands. Touches. Hair.
Your shade of heaven is subtlety.

You are my endless youth
With which I (in my 21)
Already separately.

4.
The worst of the punishment
The longest -
Memory
And signs.
On one floor
Triangle
Despair,
Happiness
And strangers.
Please,
Hide them
For something white.
As if there was no dirt
Pretend to be behind these windows
You remember who I am,
When I, scalded, like boiling water,
I bear my joy and grief
To split in half,
Forgetting, h