Shiver.
Cold fingers are under the sweater.
Over the city the sky's falling down.
Today I have drunk very much something bitter...
Last night I saw many real faces around...
I swallow much love which is to be thrown out...
Laughing is turning to sobbing from tears.
There are many people here all of a sudden.
But there is no you...
And I've just got
chills.
оригинал - http://www.stihi.ru/2014/09/15/2984
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