No sighing, but the memory remains
By indestructible selfbying
With blood that moves, but sick and vain
To words of total life denying.
Still got to be, and no more cure inside
Just only rain – your space to cry on,
Forbidden world is late to hide
If ash is major, soul is minor.
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© Copyright: Алексей Грановский, 2015
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