And when love for the last time like same old stain
Unavoidable sprout from us again,
Leaving breach at the turn of the century lines
From the words and rhymes -
We will leave all things that was held, was burned,
All that blossomed in your tired lungs and yearned,
Sealing in this old wounds of the earthly depth
Our one last breath.
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Данное произведение является художественным авторским переводом стихотворения "30. 11. 23"
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30. 11. 23
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