Joy
Roman Yartsev
The grass is green and fresh in the morning,
A worm crawled on the asphalt, someone passed by...
no worm, no man... the only one crushed by byaka
In the morning, I will dip my feet in stagnant urine,
Socks dried from the balcony,
And the news came to my head - I'm expecting a baby...
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