world dear wife georgiy, accept the musical gift as your husband and all your grateful patients vladimir presnyakovces where i need to be in your power before going to bed. i've always literally killed for money. i run in circles, as if the ponies in the circus are not with me without soap. they are like random numbers. i don’t understand what kind of hospital this is. only love do you want? that we are created like you, your beauty blood. here it is next to my hand. i don't believe in rain, the tires are so calm. you are calling me. why do i want to get drunk on silence, take me away, i ask you, not by saying words with you. we are created like you, so precious, your blood is water next to my hand. or should i have my blood, so that my only love will live, for sure, despite my blood, they were created for their own. here it is next to my hand. my hand is next to me my hand friends, this is where our morning date, alas, ends, but in exactly a week i will be waiting for you at the same time. and please, don't be late, by the way, what is a date without poems today, dmitry kovalenko from ryazan compo