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On the highway the night lit the lamp
on both sides of the universe.
Do quieter music - hear:
at this moment, somewhere out there, on the wrong side of an invisible being,
God gives to angels and demons his job.
And then, on the right, they are, as our relatives and passers,
sometimes loved, sometimes - not very,
will implicitly perform over,
entrusted to them.
Flows divine mercy, love and pain -. Blessed is every sin and blameless

The fog blurred, if Gaussian,
light dissolves Harbour Bridge.
Unusually turn right - echo the habit three years

. I have long been forgotten in the morning to check
a thermometer of his mood.
When out of love - I forget what it means to "patience»
. When out of love - there is no need to wait for a better
. That is why there is a surprisingly acute sadness,
if in the midst of someone, and like mine, holiday,
somewhere inside suddenly snaps - "I will not go back over here»
. Here it is, the beginning of the end: flashing memories,
Time melts downward spiral.
The former, future, present - Kaleidoscope inevitable
forgiveness. It is not holy, but holy
on the fact of its existence - thank you attention

. I almost did not smoke - old world echo
smells ingrained in upholstery smoke - since my old key from our shared apartments
It has become the new, from thy spare.

Awareness of impermanence - it is our cross and salvation:
grab - beat himself on his hands,
but the price is high - end AMD sweet - and not for the only weapon they paid
idea? He who died for real - are not satisfied with the funeral,
only live to carry a fake their ashes.
We do not expect an undercurrent of letters or calls
We are still friends in social networks
No suffering, where drained negligence - even in a whisper, even to himself,
by illusions captive mourning - the impossible is possible to call
. False.