Melon with mustard. Parody

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 from humility to pride
 in a melon print dress
 you're passing
 already pass
 and on the hills lies the darkness
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 the shadow is smeared on the cobblestones
 you and I have been gone a long time
 on the burned eye retina
 the sun spot melts
        ***from the cycle in search of lost vision
 (Sergey Leibgrad)
 
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 Everything is vague in our SV'asi -
 No ends to find, no marks,
 Where is the beginning of love nymphets
 Attached to a hitching post.
 
 Fist on the keyboard-a fool
 Me a gift-for need whether,
 Whether for some purpose,
 Pounding, driving a wagon.
 
 Choosing from the palette-melon,
 You're running plasma through your veins
 With a burning taste of mustard.
 
 The monologue broke off.,
 Reflecting on the retina of the eye
 The sentence: "a Pain under the collar bone."


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