the life thee can make
beggar is like
soul from living statues
and we siting
in peacefully
the confabulation
like a hanging
by lip of sky
we wanted to hang the lights
to us finish
the flight or
let us be filled
with silver bullets
Do not be afraid, , I say
Death is the still
the woman
wich has
a common place pale
and bizarre smile on the lips
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