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< Leah Altukhova



"Well, to pull the strings.
You see, I can still
I dance and sing! »
But twists in
arc the laughter, the man who was to me like a friend.
I'm really not a timid,
but every time
Is captured by his indifferent eyes,
he plays,
so deliberately, so parading ...
This mist,
his infidelity, ginger tea,
inability to justify my sorrow.
Heal, cover up,
Only it had not run wild ...
And I stand, absurd as well as fallen Rome.
One is married, another heart-rending love,
disgusted with himself, but unwavering.

So pliant plastic-body girls.
Yarns up and touched people's smiles.
Well I do not want to fall limply down ...
I'm really not a timid,
Let there be a blitz.
Cut the thread, birochki shoot:
"The path that divides the house,
and this bed with you.
I will not, my friend to play with you .. "