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my soul is with the devil in a collage
my soul is in the devil's college
my soul is on loan from angels
my loan is life
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god came from a hyperlink
click me
erase me
cleanse me
cut me
take my insides out
I am Gods chitin
I am the stone of God
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paper guards
life page borders
who keeps every comma
of the tree before this tree is
turned into a blueprint
and filled with inkblots?
a cut of a gnawed pencil that burns like a torch in the night
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little white monkeys
even they will one day
become corpses
the rain is falling on us all
long live the rain for all
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forest silence jewelry
drops of tears on the leaves
what autumn sadness is silent about
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heart pattern
myopia feelings
heart throwback
butterfly feet bird hands
we were born under a common sky
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this boy is quiet as an angel
this boy is as quiet as the devil
the chitin of memories is buried in the meat grinder of touch
we leave life like non-existent stones on the banks
tide of wave on the chest
blood rushed to the veins of сhrist
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little boy hanging on the branches of a tree
he hangs attached by eyelashes to the firmament
his eyelids are marked by welding
his heart is in my hands
my hands are buried in the ground on which there is no foundation
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the teacher tells the children
look this is our planet earth here we all live
and this is our homeland for it we die
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hedgehogs turned
into
ashtrays for the Lord
after artillery
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stone eye of death
infinity envelope
unconsciousness of life
- Dante wrote about something else
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the scale of hatred overflows glasses with champagne
happy new year in the hell of a summer evening
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said done the moon fell and rolled into the river
now no one else will see naked people clinging to pistols at night
trees grow
bloom flowers
dogs mate
the moon has fallen
the moon crashed like air on a saucer
and now there is hardly any difference between you and me
between you and me in the dark do not notice the difference
did you really need to drown the moon to understand this
In the dark
no one will see our love
In the dark
no one will believe in our love
moonlight
no one saw our love
moonlight
no one believed in our love
why did you drown the moon in the river
why did you bring me to the river now?
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The noise that doesn't exist
Nobody came this time
As always
We have no choice but to let our shadows out into the street so that they knock on our door.
Knocking on the door sounds full of desperation
It is clear that no one is there
Obviously no one will come
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Do you remember you and I were lying around like the skins of peeled holiday fruits, but it doesn’t matter
It doesn't matter that the fake cotton wool of my destructive methods of existence has long been drowned in you
It doesn't matter that your golden maple crown has succumbed to the erosion of metal and has long sprouted in me
You and I are one common outsider's view of two identical things that are trying their best to be alike.
You and I have long been ordered and sold out
Two completely different books by the same author
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Roses turn pink
Glasses turn pink
Life turns pink
the blood is still red
