Vision
без кофе
Deliberately and selflessly
I think searched between lines,
What is the hand not sedate
You threw to me in « kosterok . »
And it burnt infernal power,
Disturbing, exciting me:
I do not sleep vtoroju at night, —
For your image hardly breathing.
Also that me has excited
In image it? I do not know.
I on a nose pull a coverlet,
And it is strange, and heavy I sigh.
Silent someone's vision
Has slipped now for a portiere:
- «Well, hi, my ghost, —
You do not know again, whether that a measure?
Izydi, is faster izydi !
Yes that you have failed!
From dreams you of mine, Nemezida :
Back take away all dreams! .»
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