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< Tim Skorenko



It is black, when the dogs howl
And cold stars looking at me, in addition to
The rest of the villains who only that fed,
Unlike me; this time - it is necessary

. If it is too light and contrast in the context there,
If good everywhere, even in positions of OMON fighters,
So something explode on the impending spring,
This means that the roll-off, fly on a slope,

Because happy is needed an antagonist,
As the worm against the swan zeal against laziness,
As the upward movement against those who rushes down,
As for the dead while standing on his knees suffering.

This time, black, and his need to catch
(Do not be caught - look, as if the light you do not crumpled)
And crawl on waste, debris, shit, blood,
And pull themselves to hell was not enough,

That's when you are filled with this - see, my friend,
Suddenly the darkness is over, and there will come Eden pandemonium,
You suddenly will understand how is it that well
Being open eagle - and do not argue with tails

. Well, me, I'm sorry, not on the snout squander your life,
Not to tolerate light skinny church mouse,
I sit down on the rails, and stick a feather in his hat.
And I said: I'm ready.
And train me - hear

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