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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.
Attempt at writing poems
I would like to say some verses
Chest
string bag
ONE PEN
What he writes poems about the suffering
The man takes a pen
TO THE SKY LOOKING UP
Weather surprises
Once he was able to fix the eternity
Three words
...
I would like to say some verses
...
Chest
...
string bag
...
ONE PEN
...
What he writes poems about the suffering
...
The man takes a pen
...
TO THE SKY LOOKING UP
...
Weather surprises
...
Once he was able to fix the eternity
...
Three words
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