Oddest marriage of spades that was done
in a very peculiar way,
faded lanterns and dimmed desires:
it's so stupid - I've gone, you're gone...
Leaving slightly - have no chance to stay
under fractured stars of the fall;
beg your pardon - I have no inspire -
it's all right, it's all right after all.
Autumn in eight verses
© Copyright: Марина Яблоко, 2017
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