зауголсебя - в стенах бетонных коробок
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Outside the door, it’s pointless to all and more people of lonely, take me in a concrete box that the sarcophagus I have already seen enough, the darkness of a quarter of a century, in an empty corpse of a corpse, stupidly wandering around the necropolis from the house to the place of work, why go out of here, at dawn, crawling back and crawl back and I wrapped myself in a cocoon, I will fall into the Negro, where with curls, the living will be attracted to the line as I wake up, but if I woke up once before the crystal awareness of the faces that you are watching if this life is an exam, then sorry, we all fly in the sun Ikar and the wax people do not know how to love but only attach to the bonds that the flashes of laser laser through the lenses are not shining to the nodes all the no longer shine from the eyes, the plastic flowers grow down buds and throw their heads to the ground from the hands from the pipes, but you will add comfort I turn on the burners and wait for the aorta while filling up the aorta while You turn a match on the strip in a concrete box of flame tongues will dance the dance of our souls and in the partition The former tenant will rise from sleep that it would be better if he was walled up there and then he was sleeping, nothing new for him, he will fall asleep on the cell tomorrow a new day will climb through the window and squatting in the back with a knife, we live in the walls of concrete boxes, someone lives

In the walls of concrete boxes, written off the written robots under the hum of wires and the crack of the mouse plaster under the plinth are gnawing on their lining with stripes and shortcuts and it seemed yesterday they hurried to work and nervously signaling their carriages in the form of cans and with complete confidence stated that their roles were the main ones But in the walls of concrete boxes, all are equal and the former tenants of your apartments are observed under the buzz of high -voltage.