I think, you know, the life is game
With any sense, with any name.
I think, you know, i am just sight
From mirror surface darkness's side.
In every breath, in step - no calm,
All goes to end, then rising rum,
The main is ... to ripen core
We are just nothing born to gore.
I think you know...
© Copyright: Голубкова Анна Сергеевна, 2017
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