I feel the breathing of blue death
Behind her smile and white dress
I hear the sound of grey steps
In so unbearable, a trembly depth
A perished soul in foreign eyes
A grapefruits taste of morning lies
Sure, day is great and life is nice
An endless game in worlds disguise.
25.05.2011
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© Copyright: Лолита Аветисян, 2011
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