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< Hope Patrelyuk



talk about love - is meaningless,
as silent about it.
I bathe in the silly
development strange ideas and people.
I understand them when calculating their ratio,
justify hating, trying.
I, like a greyhound mutt, longingly snaps
moderate and not too being played.

I have long realized that it is not worth
neither candle nor comets that in the cosmos.
and the flame of a cigarette I'm burning,
as debris in the tank, like a fly over the precipice.
I do not understand too given time,
but it does not exist in fact, if you count the arrows.
I had long since I just do not.
a gap in the vest.