A dash of language
The rabbit given to Alice on her 18th birthday
Gnaws the church candle
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the heaven of the taste of hate steorite
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dead sun wrinkle colors
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the hunger of nailed hands
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candied birds overhead trees
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toy soldiers in front of the black abyss
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hatred will rise into the air and
burst so that everything around turns red
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for all these years of life
сhildren and adults died
with special cruelty
inside us
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breathe out and don't breathe in
I love you so much that the flower withers in the sun
let my head be cut off by the train at full speed
and the wind will bring my breath to you
now breathe
calmly measured
who made you up?
who made you?
what is the Lord silent about with the rustle of leaves?
the crunch of leaves and bones under our feet?
our footprints with you in the sand
high tide
Less than humans
A man without a spine
Performs bending
Outside
Clean
Nameless
Like snow on the edge of sleep
Who will touch her curve
Who will de-energize her vagina
Who will touch her soul
Do it in the dark
Do it against the darkness
Do it against the darkness
Squeeze all the light from the heart
Clenched fingers gnaw warmly
Eyes shine, silence swallows semen
Moans of pleasure chase the siren
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to stand in eternal glory
flip through the prism of time
to gnaw its granite with its own life
expect a grant from heaven
hope to become angels after death
hope to become clean and naked again
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Art is a crime, says death, with eye sockets wrapped around the fluttering eyelashes of crumpled corpse grass. Art is theft. The tub of night, wrapped in a kiss of indescribable sadness, without words or dreams, cracked and the closed eyes of people ready for the cemetery poured out of it.
Everything was already in the world, so everything new is stolen. All silence. Everything is a mouse. The gnawed border of feelings from which there is nowhere to escape. The ghetto of people painted with the red paint of spilled blood. Take us death to a magical paradise by the nooks and crannies and at least to hell anywhere, somewhere where weapons have not been invented.
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He said let's do it in missionary position
Then it became quiet
A black hair fell on the snow-white sheet
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Marauders of the sex shop when the owners left
The child got lost in the shopping center
A newly born orphan begs for alms