Written in frost
There ’ s the frost. But I’ m good.
I need you more, than usual food.
All has not meaning - bread or meat,
Except for Mebelnaya street.
I count the days: one day ... and two,
And I don’ t know: what can I do?
And I don’ t know: what can I tell?
It seems to me: all must be well.
9-th of December, 2003
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with some tiny changes
it could be better:))
I'll tell you, if you care:)
Thank you!
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