Spoke
Роман Ярцев
The needle between the ribs is somewhere closer to the heart,
blood dripping down the nipple, dried on the run...
Crazy centuries shackled in cast iron
and all the same shackled feelings
pebbles scattered on the stream...
Чувства, разбросанные по ручейку
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