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< Sergei Voronov



I ask: divide my
zero Though to zero, as is known, can not be divided
I'll leave. Russ pockets pain
Cigarettes, keys and be able to forget.
You do not care. It is right. Good.
All told in advance - you and I
. And no need to grind like a sack of flour,
Nonsense about the hope that we're friends.
And do not spend it on yourself,
To find out the finish of all causes,
And there will be tears, and then moan funny,
And so - great! - We are silent
. Yes, of course, somehow, by September,
I'll call - currently aggravate the sadness ...
You, of all that was - thank
. All good-bye. Your. But I do not stay.