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Space. The stairs leading to nowhere.
Lanterns along the road - hiding
gallows. Waiting for a quick visual signal, in the cases of the court.
Crumples deliciously quiet machines.

Time. Waits for all of us on the steps of the day,
The eternal hum - calls interspersed with shuffling
. Office Affairs touched painful intoxication.
Finger to his lips: "Shut up, they say, even nakarkat.»

Body. Beaten habitual infidelity spending - instead of health, one hundred grams on a par with the stars
. The school, which later not for years.
Summer in the shower, in the court of ice - freezing

. A life. It will be - it still cunning
. Woven fabrics accidents skillful hands.
"Lena ..." - with the hope of scratching bowing boy,
Before the rain, on the pavement, naive chalk.