WHAT I FELT WHEN I WAS WITH ALJONA
Galaburda Cyril
I like your head and all within,
All rubbish you’d produced with din.
You’d always done me something keen
In order to suppress your teen.
Excise my stupid mocking smile,
Knock out with teeth my verbal bile,
Uproot my hands which motions rile.
My body’s dead and needs your pile.
My shoulder’s burnt with friendly hand.
Though unrequited love is meant
I want my heart to be all rent,
I want your tortures to be sent.
7/3/2010
What I felt when I was wiht aljona
© Copyright: Кирилл Галабурда, 2010
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