вторник, 26 ноября 2013 г.

fin

fear-shaped autumn of surreal tragedies,
and our ashes shall be scattered
over the neon rust city
in their mutiny where i sense the breaking,
a preaching fusillade of artificial smiles
where we have to breathe ether.

too embraceful and vain.

may be i even believed
once

but
no more.







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