*** Рев мотора. Пульс в ушах. Обогнав грубо,...

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The roar of the motor. The pulse in the ears.
Outrunning roughly
On the limit
Speed, food.
You stopped me
barely.


Then you broke my lips.


Blood was flowing. You pulled out the keys
Threw them into the dust of the road.
You screamed, your eyes sparkled.
The tears in his eyes froze.


Hugged.


He touched the blood with his lips.


I stood - hands trembling.
The look is fog. And the heart is fighting
Drums responded.
And in my soul -
what?


Vaguely - evil triumph.