And not chilly already, and not dark,
And still so empty in the shower.
How much did we say in vain
Words, that kill the bright poems.
Maybe you should shut up.,
Deepthroat Tu astringent sadness.
And it is impossible to escape,
And it will not turn to run, unfortunately.
And who can say what to do next?
To fill the terrible chasm?
I can't stop loving you.
And you love my soul?
