Cynicism

< Leah Altukhova



You have for me the sarcasm,
my cynicism at you,
And each time deliberately
we bring down each other down.

Let me to you lyubol,
you from me bronchitis.
Your lungs gradually
I'd squeezed until they were hoarse.

And some feature blitz.
And deliberately parading
Slaughtered for my cynicism,
I provoke offense.

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