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vot tak..u#e v painte zarisovala....
kak ploho ne imet' svoi komp =((

Bol'nie spazmi #ivota
I bol'no stalo mne diwat'
V slezah ubitie glaza
I ne poest' i ne pospat'

perekrevlen grimasoi rot
I pod nogtyami krov' s lica
Za 4to, za 4to takoi urok?!
Vopros zastil v pustih glazah

menya tryaset tupaya dro#'
Holodnii pot, na britve krov'
ves' etot mir - splownaya lo#'
kak eta blyadskaya lyubov'...
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DieVer
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Больные спазмы живота
И больно стало мне дышать
В слезах убитые глаза
И не поесть и не поспать

Перекривлен гримасой рот
И под ногтями кровь с лица
За что, за что такой урок?!
Вопрос застыл в пустых глазах

Меня тясет тупая дрожь
Холодный пот, на бритве кровь
Весь этот мир - сплошная ложь,
Как эта блядская любовь...

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I am a woman who killed for love.
I am a woman who killed for lack of lave.
The mirror declares that the twin accusation are equal.
I am the black dove who pecks at the coffin
Wanting to manage a more reliable insult,
To chew her eyes from their sockets, say,to wring
The hair from her head, to desecrate the silk
Of her unblemished skin in th way that birds do best.
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I am a girl who did little wrong.
I courted loneliness to be my lover.
I spoke in tongues to insenible rocks, pretending
Only I their natures could discover.
each of us wishes more than the world can offer.
The hermit his coffin, the prince his princely coffer.
To thirst for solitude while the carnival rages
Is the curse of fools or the saintly goal of sages.
neither a simpleton nor a saint, I suffer
The attention of my coldly unvarying lover

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Po#alui na4nu s takoi pervoi otkritoi zapisi...
===================Spokoistvie - dushevnaya podlost'.
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