Lyna s Dream
Is something grave, I think.
Dependence is the sweetest sin,
But something dies within.
When you reveal your inner self –
A thin blade of a knife,
Unconsciously you make it clear:
As sharp and blunt as life.
But you submit your doubts and fears
To the fingers of desire.
And thus you see me clearly, Lyna
So desperately tired.
1999-2001
Архангельск
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