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I throw under an armored train
youth!

It became hard for carelessness to draw a note.
Counting minutes
dull,
puffs.

Breathe,
breathe in the air bitterness to me, -
and then there are chances
grab the handrails.

I throw under an armored train
conscience!

So to be honest to raise the issue
how do you sound:
a twenty-year-old boy,
drowning in the ridiculous resentment of tears.

Exciting obstacles colored happiness
everywhere,
but I'm running past
fortunately broken dishes.

I throw under an armored train
vote!

The city is washed with rain, a tarp is hidden under the clouds, -
that's all that is poetic in me:
folded on the edge of the pallet
and reserved for reserve.