I think I put too many effort
in my unfolding life's unsolvable crux.
I can't believe that everything is nevered,
I see no land, our ship is on the rocks.
My pre first love, no more regrets.
Let's kill it softly whilst existence's going by.
Let's live apart and have no pets
to underline the loneliness as something coincide.
And let us check the end of this narration,
to see how wrecks survive the end of time.
And let us be an ancient constellation,
to keep all other ships off place we died.
To My Dearest Friend
© Copyright: Артем Хабипов, 2015
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