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< Alexander Oleshko



Run, my river
Shout
clouds I can not
shoot a

I do not drink have to
bottom Decayed under foot the land
And I do not get the powder
regrettable

Auden I'll
My friend, my soul
Mask, I am pleased,
I am glad that you are submissive

Will change the fate of
Find yourself, but the mask
Mask would say, you're not the
You white crows

Tearing off with a bang all rooted
Confidence, unceremoniously, smiles - 40 pieces
I myself will turn out as a sheet
I want to get yourself until the body

Run, my river
I do not drink have to
bottom Auden I'll
Change the fate

Shout
clouds Decayed under foot the land
My friend, my soul
Find yourself, but the mask

I can not
And I do not get the powder
Shoot a
Regrettably

I am glad that you are submissive
I am a white crow