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Shmuel, I don't know who was right. Hell -- no place, and eternal our conversation. You can keep quiet., here's my hand. Third. And a gold bracelet, nominal pattern. As in untilled soil flowed carat, I'd

Let's stay in reality, on the air, split in two. Everywhere the plague, my dear Augustine, and everywhere schnapps more expensive gold. Let's hang. between dactyl and the upper sky pre-dinner. As a pen

That's affected bad habit whistle. All that could, pulled the sacred pipe. Cold dog tin and roll the bones, the old right to tremble in a single-breasted overcoat. The enemy swells at Panska stocks yeast,

Finish Smoking cold and leaves flies on charred words. By morning, the humble smell of leaves he'll take care of the hot river. Only the stupa with the dormant witch a human will smell the air of the garden,

Meanwhile, in the fields engaged Stozhary and winter jeering struck midnight. How to twirl an astrolabe you don't remember, and the accumulation of fish inflates the gills, coming from Tina's life-giving

Remind, that you love me fatherly, that I'm an expensive bitch to you. On fluent any, old Greek, on the walls shimmering like a lighter. Something sipchem, sick, scratched, flammable dry conjunctiva of

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Coarse-grained walnut and drizzle of honey, so Mac to cold will not need a jacket. But long crawling tram from Cloth rows, only for death to send it in Kazimierz, in vain sloping place, season, age. Grinder

Goldenrod went on the cheek, complain on easy materka, gold eats into you like lime. A chain of Golden metamorphoses revealed a rare idol-honey plant, in the past man and monster. Who will love him, fly

For a hundred years as a draft of the Prophet Cool. Still lush day over the Ganges Everything is also restless, shallow Desert's asleep. Still a dark angel Wandering between rooftops. All so same know

In the subreality where Strugatsky were right, Where the house Baba Nadi cherry grows, And the house is not bombed, our children run a Horde Meet a starship painted to look like a stork. In the subreality

The Birthday Naomi I humbly baked pies, Because some no... some poet. Because even with my heavy hands Sometimes breaks a little light An old-fashioned anapest. The ring fell In the wild grass with heavenly

And twenty years later-we are not strangers - Everything is our flat accent, Stubborn, round-faced and two-faced. He does not get the stringy tapes, Blue-green, sluggish. From Lohanki, The Donets and the

Versification Russian fun. The verse is the destiny of the Israelites. In Bedouin camps skinny grass Pot-bellied, barrel, night drum, Filled with myths. As in the sheep's tail Oozing fat, so the August

I would like to write compound, So that the proposals are distributed, Branching adjectives, bubbling commas, to the reader, careless and amazed, They were sinking, drowning, out, cursing to interjections

Teacher wakes up at five, coffee in one gulp Under donkeys, muezzins and roosters. If someone smokes in his pocket for a lighter, A crumpled packet of any light, the phone, Backpack shoulder, the same

Spent by a psycho, like a moth., Go out into the world white in the morning Together with uncle fear, aunt pain, Tablet in the bag, gray tufts. And happily're running on its team bus, Without memory happy

Life is quiet, but there, in the immortal distance, The wind drives someone's ships And with three years of your Tsar Saltan fleet Across the plains of the ocean all is And with your eight tired caravan

Among the stones of the mossy-pond. Though he is shallow, but keeps cool. Shakes clouds in his pupil And reflects the many colors of the garden. Around him-only only greens African herbs, Downy white bird