For what it's worth
my love -
In ominous refraction
Astonishing performance we can ludicrously tend
The true shakespearean feelings
Invented just in action
Where gaps are filled
Torn down apart
From plot we all invent
No truth was harmed at once
According to the liar
The one who maybe deaf to words prefers to hold the grip
No evil they achieve
But only an empire
Which burns itself to ash
My love
By talking tongues in dip
Pacify Babel
© Copyright: Евгений Азгирь, 2017
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