Freeze

Juliana Gift




...and rode the sky
grey donkey
peramently... wet...
cold gray Day
above the city, where closely
intertwined poetry and the way...
And wound up so hoarse
fatigue of their songs

for a penny-per-grivenka
in a wet hat
the gray puddles
that have never
the bottom...
... pencil...
on the box with some pups
razmokat in the rain
the phone number of the pulse
and someone"... call...
freeze... Your Spring."

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