"Even jaded of truth, disregard falsehood ..."
Victor Tsoi
ever laughed in your voice ...
Sleepy
Quarry wind
bitter springs
To clean wounds without history,
mutilated bodies, with no name.
wounded and dead bodies,
Where a thousand hearts loved inglorious
Until that crucial your voice tired
tear and niche I gave in my memory.
next moment he was born the summer,
The armillary involved in this anthill.
A second later was the night
In which requires calling and right
illusion To make our weary of
Truths, not seeking answers to
Your questions, on the face of this
Sphere, where your voice still breaks the haze.
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