otleglo

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Mikulina Mukachevo



Relieved, and like otbolelo,
It became a little bit easier ... Why?
All remained in years lived with pain.
And, perhaps, the words to anything.

The torments of hell all heart lacerated
The eternal search for truth in a lie,
With a sharp scalpel slit words
In the two parts of love and soul.

Neither they grow together, not to be re-united,
Just next door to go apart.
Well, let him, well, let them rub their backs
If they have no other way.

Can human life and reconcile
And find your way again overall.
They say that will be endured, slyubitsya ...
Just I do not believe it did.