You know
I know
You haven’t read enough of poems lately
On your face. Blatantly
About laugh, about death, about something else
Something like love
So far and so unknown
Hard rock, cafe, and clock is overthrown
By spring, by temperatures, by people, and unknown
Hello?- on phone just answering machine, uneven
Believe….in?
Maybe living, or maybe leave in,
Forever, close to u forgiven
Forever young, forever free
Tortured, multiply by three
Shit out of me, flowers to you
American stih, i love you
stih
© Copyright: Петя Воробушкин, 2023
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