Almost passer youngster

< Anshe



Keep your little finger shadow of the naked body,
shadows
bleeding not so visible, and aching scars
and at all lost in the dark background ...
Let Wall
silent reflection learn to forget about humanity,
morality and doubts will sink into oblivion,
and the smell of passion, being aboriginal,
with my shadow in happiness comes safely ...
A passion as acrid smoke comes into the gap,
years lived-someone at home,
and poured on the floor sinful languor
from the windows of uncured caramel,
and this house is already impregnated her ...
Wallpaper glue does not make sense on walls,
and hide the gap? by hanging tapestries,
and paint landscapes in watercolor ...
He would burn to ashes. Build a new,
Yes sprinkle sacred water ...
But the same address, the same number
home After all, by themselves do not hide even in the ashes ...
You're too young to hold the shadow of the little finger,
close all doors and lock the gates,
forget that people are just animals,
that the sweetness blind ...
Go his way pure,
in the open field system of his estate ...
And bypasses such as n- without honor,
without morals, contaminated strong word ...