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The azure ovals of your fingernails…

The azure ovals of your fingernails Are my tiny coves of recollection, The stab of your eyes is gentle, Like the touch of a Crimean pine branch. We descended down crooked alleyways Between tall walls behind which Miniature magic palaces hide, And the funicular clock Was working it weight device over our heads, Moving the weights up and down, Counting off precious days of joy and worry. The sun would set wherever it felt like. We would crash wherever we felt like too. Because the place of your desire Continue reading →

ВЕРЛИБРЫ

*** Я разучился досматривать до конца глупые фильмы, дочитывать глупые книги, дослушивать глупые песни. Разучился целовать глупые губы Continue reading →