Anxious

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The light why it would threaten

Too zealously

Verbally, multi -line?

Know, I was born at the wrong time -

Let's say early -

And not to the place.

That's for sure:

They will become bare heels

Unless

spank, to read the hunting,

Shadows - with them, with their own,

So in absentia

And hang out in the middle of the night.

That are true - only for the good,

all - pillars,

A holiday is being made in the soul;

there is where to go, however,

Feeling his foreheads

From contagious, bads of different ones.

Ahead is not ZGI. Anxious:

What will be there?

Those will get tired - who will run away? ..

Suddenly about conscience - it is impossible! -

in s, they will forget

To fatally make a mistake? ..

I do not see us there, stubborn,

In white dresses ...

Someone in a clean field ...

All others are in black frames ...

And about the brothers

The dried grief cries.

All the culprit, you went down.

By whom

Belated gloomy?

Because I had appeared

Only worse:

The channel is not ready for life

To new sacrificial flows.

Dry in the throat.

Finally, Goya is needed.

Here he will describe with feeling, really

So purely,

What you want peace.

From all. And from myself -

Moon cast

In dreams I do not accept:

Will the cold lie down

Finally

On the exhausted land?

12/24/12.