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< Leah Altukhova



Do not stop me, please!
I want to again burn to the ground.
I really did not ask for pity,
Mom, you would not have laid me ...

Do not try to keep the insane,
Moth flying into the light.
When I repent, become smart ...
And now I do not need advice.

Let meet the cold and gossips,
Let him around the world in spite of,
On the night tram stowaways,
Lost ashore the river ...

Nude or restless,
Scythe dissolving, catching the moon,
Stars in the night counting to despair.
Mom, I miss him ...