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Gennady Pushnew


I watched you on me
Was the bug, as on the wall.
Walked along the ridge-track,
And then fell into the pocket
And said:
- Sleep a little.
Do not crush, giant?
I said:
- Not crushed.
With the childhood of young love.

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