хех, откопал старую штуку какую мы делимся друг...

heh, I dug up some old thing

we share with each other
our secrets
go to rooms
secrets. century.
don't look on purpose
you can't fix it with a look.
scent under the skin
memories. dates
if you can
pour on the ground
transparent patterns
broken glass
the past won't come true
no future
you are stuck on a button,
you are your infirmary.
but
you will find salvation
in the eyes of her autumn
will be
cards are revealed -
forgotten
there are traces on the walls, reflections in the eyes
memory in the photo, jerk without grip.