My poems
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Well, here we are... Temperature.
Well, here we are... Temperature. Everything hurts, even the tips of the ears. And this despite the fact that I rarely get colds ... And so x .... good, but then it was added (And the computer...
Yellowed autumn has no children's eyes
Yellowed autumn has no children's eyes Always cold. Always slightly crucified And the leaves are swirling and crumpled No, crumpled, in a huge palm And fire is just pouring from the sky A...
Let's sit on the sofa
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...
The bear didn't know he was a bear
The bear didn't know he was a bear He thought the frog Sitting in a swamp, croaking loudly ... Looked silly though...
In the apartment, on clean wallpaper
In the apartment, on clean wallpaper Andryusha drew two gays Pencils get dull quickly But he stupefied even more
You know when I remember the sound of the sea
You know when I remember the sound of the sea I remember how the heart pierced through with a blunt needle Suddenly began to breathe And the voice stopped wheezing And the color has chang...
And this evening was gentle
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
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...
And the snow swirled. lay down on the hair
And the snow swirled. lay down on the hair Clutched gently. Whispered something in my ear And left stripes on clothes And died under the feet tightly And she understood, perhaps the main t...
... Love on the tip of a knife is still fresh
... Love on the tip of a knife is still fresh maybe no longer needed may be remained after robbery and revelry no one will disturb her...
...And said about herself "Innocent!
...And said about herself "Innocent! I couldn't do anything..." But she is silent, her pain is unceasing Because her dream is forever...You
Just one touch of the hand
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...
Gray quiet morning
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...
...Once upon a time, my future Friend
...Once upon a time, my future Friend asked me, "Do you like winter?" I said no, she's cold He said, but she brings snow) And I say, he butt gives in the eyes and blurs all the cosmetics. ...
Look at my palms
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
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
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
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
Washing the bones