Some people are good in their unfulfilled afternoons…
Leave them be…
Let them fail with every poem…
Let them die a little more with each night of hunger and sexlessness…
For they need to understand their deaths and the volumes of chaos.

The fall on us…
like a monsoon night,
like a crack on atom,
like Oblivion…like Oblivion.

Enough of these delirium…
The grey curtains on this side of the wall…let us be with it,
let us think that we matter,
let us love with a little bit of sadness in it…
A landscape…a green lake of winter…a bonfire of magic.

Leaves are alone…
The new album is flaming.
With the smokes of old time…the walls are erased.
Don’t tell me there’s an another fight left to work with gloomy continuation…

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Photograph: Alyona Malgina.