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This poem has been written for a long time, even when there was no Internet, and it has not yet been mastered by demons ...

... dedicated to the trolls

I look at you and see the wilds of my heart,
The stalker is praying there.
Was wrong in thought
Our great Herzen:
In the hearts there is always inhuman power.

For me, the choice? - This is only in books.
Behind me is only waiting and a prayer.
My angel is my convoy
On the Middle Kingdom
Will he save me from himself?

I look at you. And I believe and do not believe.
Scare the horns on the clock
Under the ticking of hooves.
The icon in the light opens the door,
But only the features of those doors are watching.