Ind love

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Grigory Saharov

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Cтихи и поэзия

Год написания книги

2023

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I will return to my hole.

* * *

We walked.

We breathed.

And now

We have stopped.

Nothing changed.

The testicle rolled, rolled, rolled,

dropped

And it fell off.

But it didn’t crash.

* * *

I am a mage god.

My colors are

light bright emerald

and light bright purple.

And a bright bright blue.

You can’t fool me

beat me

defeat me.

At all.

But you can hate me.

And I can’t hate you.

I can only love

Myself

in you.

* * *

I’m here,

In desert,

Like the Volga

Knowing no shame and duty,

I eat and sleep during the day

And at night

I sing

I dance

I am building a temple.

Sand temple.

For nobody.

Sand temple.

Temple of the ONE.

Sand temple.

Sand temple.

For centuries.

* * *

Went into the house.

Closed from inside.

Turned into a fly.

Window.

Window leaf.

Flew away.

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