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Hidden... stroke... in the brain...
Blood is running high...
The excess needs just some drain...
Once a dismal way...
Cause sense requires sanity,
But wisdom wants insanity...
Spilled over into... past,
And regains to-be at once,
No throe, it isn't a grave,
So full, that getting vain,
Spilled over into... faith,
Thus regains the human’s face,
To be shed with heavy rain,
Touch of time...
It’s strange domain...
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© Copyright: Тарнакина Анна Алексеева, 2007
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