HELEN ALMAZOVA

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My poems

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Washing the bones
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    3 months ago

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    Если у тебя не выйдет с ним, я к тому времени заработаю кучу денег и заберу тебя в кругосветку. Будем изучать мир и познавать себя ))) ... See MoreSee Less
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    Let's sit on the sofa
    15.10.2014

    Let's sit on the sofa We don't see each other I'll call my mom You are some friend And then on Facebook Foreheads painfully collide But let's take someone's hands And smile at others A...

    And this evening was gentle
    24.10.2014

    And this evening was gentle And the city that is not yet covered in snow Wrapped me up I dealt with thoughts And he, as it turned out Was there all the time And insinuating glance Watch...

    Yes, why do I miss you so much
    27.10.2014

    Yes, why do I miss you so much Neither whiskey, nor tequila, nor cognac help. Nor a hot cup of tea Not a new jacket bought Neither my old friends With whom it is fun to tears I thought w...

    Just one touch of the hand
    21.11.2014

    Just one touch of the hand hair... eyelashes... no, no, I... just remembered what are you... Sometimes it doesn't seem to hurt anymore but suddenly I thought - and again... There is no wa...

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    Gray quiet morning
    24.11.2014

    gray quiet morning not a sound just comes in without knocking kitchen. slab tea with bergamot looking out the window tired a cup for yourself and for someone who are forever late...

    Look at my palms
    29.11.2014

    Look at my palms The winds scratched them The soul has worn out on the platform Waiting for kilometers My dress is frayed Lips bitten to blood And I fall into these arms How stupid. ...

    Slipped over the skin
    29.11.2014

    Slipped over the skin Clasps ripped More comfortable lying down Slightly shaken Smoky Evening Glass fragments Cold Shoulders And dream. Until the morning...

    Sunday winter morning
    30.11.2014

    Sunday winter morning Bed and hot coffee Take off your mother-of-pearl Tidy up your profile Organize your thoughts You start a file on them One day they hung But time is a good heal...

    Cold...Moon
    30.11.2014

    Cold...Moon Free... She Out of time... Without a bottom No tribe... Alone On the Edge...of the Knife Walked ... Slowly Sometimes barely ... Breathing Such a...Soul

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