Просто порыв души. Без диагнозов
Death will come for me some day –
Then what for I need denying? –
Now my world is still and grey.
I am fighting – Death is stealing
Spitting in my poisoned soul.
All I have are simple feelings:
Hunger, thirst – and that is all.
P.S. As good as gold,
As mad as Hatter –
My soul is sold,
But does it matter?
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