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сворачивая жизнь на нет,
мы радуемся каждому приходу:
и дома, и на улице, и в лицах скрытое.
срывай с меня не улыбки,
я помню те игры
и мы играли градусно и тесно так по основам.
а кто-то там основал основное самое.
и всё новое в головах прячется по ячейкам.
я чей? когда-то твой был, теперь ничей и никчёмный.
вчера мною были пройдены все лужи города,
это гордость потекла и мы шли по ней
и швы снимали и глаза открывали прохожим всем.
проходи, расскажу про холод тебе,
и про то, что внутри льда есть тепло иногда.
сегодня 15 число какого-то месяца
и мы не вместе уже давно и пораздельности.
пора заражать подсознание не насилием,
а кто-то лежит под создателем без усилий
и датируется по страницам событиями.
а в быту все без странного,
всё по правилам и они правят вами.
чужие мнения не учитываются
и учти все глупости, чтоб потом безошибочно
и безпобочных действий на действительность.
вкусное по бокам обычно, не по обычаю.
может тебе чаю налить, нет?
и мне не надо.
приходи или проходи,
как проходят болезни, но безболезнено.
не выкидывай полезное,
я не полезу уже по лезвию.
если только вместе...
и твоих копий наверное не существует,
даже самых не качаственных
каждый нечетный обычно лишний,
лишенный права на выбор.
выбрось.
будь со мной,
будь собой,
и я надеюсь что будет все как прежде,
а пока мылси душу режут.
будь со мной,
будь собой,
с душой своей вместо быта,
мои страхи уже убиты.
и уборка в голове,
всё на полки,
всё валиься,
всё важное //да к чёрту всё
winding down life
We rejoice in every visit.
both at home, and on the street, and hidden in faces.
tear off my smile,
I remember those games
and we played degrees and closely so on the basics.
and someone there founded the main thing.
and everything new in the heads is hidden in the cells.
whose am I? once yours was, now nobody's and worthless.
yesterday I went through all the puddles of the city,
this pride flowed and we walked along it
and the stitches were removed and the eyes were opened to all passers-by.
come in, I'll tell you about the cold,
and about the fact that sometimes there is heat inside the ice.
today is the 15th of some month
and we have not been together for a long time and separately.
it's time to infect the subconscious not with violence,
and someone lies under the creator effortlessly
and is dated page by page.
and in everyday life everything is without strange,
everything is according to the rules and they rule you.
other people's opinions are not taken into account
and take into account all the nonsense, so that later
and bezpobochnyh action on reality.
tasty on the sides usually, not according to custom.
Can I get you some tea, no?
and I don't need to.
come or go
how illnesses pass, but painlessly.
do not throw away useful
I will not climb already on the blade.
if only together...
and your copies probably do not exist,
even the poorest quality
every odd one is usually superfluous,
deprived of the right to choose.
throw it away.
be with me,
be yourself,
and I hope that everything will be as before,
in the meantime, mylsi cut the soul.
be with me,
be yourself,
with his soul instead of life,
my fears are already killed.
and head cleaning
everything on the shelves
everything fall down
everything important // to hell with everything
We rejoice in every visit.
both at home, and on the street, and hidden in faces.
tear off my smile,
I remember those games
and we played degrees and closely so on the basics.
and someone there founded the main thing.
and everything new in the heads is hidden in the cells.
whose am I? once yours was, now nobody's and worthless.
yesterday I went through all the puddles of the city,
this pride flowed and we walked along it
and the stitches were removed and the eyes were opened to all passers-by.
come in, I'll tell you about the cold,
and about the fact that sometimes there is heat inside the ice.
today is the 15th of some month
and we have not been together for a long time and separately.
it's time to infect the subconscious not with violence,
and someone lies under the creator effortlessly
and is dated page by page.
and in everyday life everything is without strange,
everything is according to the rules and they rule you.
other people's opinions are not taken into account
and take into account all the nonsense, so that later
and bezpobochnyh action on reality.
tasty on the sides usually, not according to custom.
Can I get you some tea, no?
and I don't need to.
come or go
how illnesses pass, but painlessly.
do not throw away useful
I will not climb already on the blade.
if only together...
and your copies probably do not exist,
even the poorest quality
every odd one is usually superfluous,
deprived of the right to choose.
throw it away.
be with me,
be yourself,
and I hope that everything will be as before,
in the meantime, mylsi cut the soul.
be with me,
be yourself,
with his soul instead of life,
my fears are already killed.
and head cleaning
everything on the shelves
everything fall down
everything important // to hell with everything
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