Cat
Roman Yartsev
In vain we walked by the fence at the station-
flip-flops trampled dancing in zamozolestye fingers ...
on the ears hung a brooch,
and on the fingers a little shiver, between the shackled legs
Allergy, rash in the hands...
on the way swept
rare now fur in black cat...
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