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< Leah Altukhova



I could flee to another city,
change hair color,
trim on shoulders,
to reduce to zero the probability of meeting,
no heed of her friends - you hold on, time heals ...
I could write children's books,
at night, hugging teddy bear,
can fall in love again ...
in a crazy boy,
necessarily red, with a tattoo on his collarbone.
I changed the routine used to the sea and the road,
I would become a big and spiritually rich.

But changing passwords every month,
I unconsciously put our dates.