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I'd smoke all..You liked me and
I licked you.
Or the other way around.
In your pocket was a wrinkled pack of cigarettes.
You smeared the sweet tobacco juice over my lips
and let it dry.
They cracked later, because we stayed up all night,
wandering the streets,
and it's cold in the morning
And then they bled when I smiled :
watched you fall asleep,
sitted on the bench,
curled in my arms.
Do you still smoke (smell) the same?
Keep your heart together, dearI tend to spill coffee on myself,
in mornings, when I feel the shadow
that embraces us with fear.
It's miles now,
Guess what we have between us?
I hope I never get to watch you die,
helpless all around,
like when you said that I have no idea,
well, I do have now.
I tend to cry when I get inside wall's safety,
in evenings not worth a dime, when I feel the shadow
of Death, lingers.
I wish I had:I'm partly drunkI wish I had
December on my side
With it's messy rain and
Then I could smoke my life out
of the window
Partly hanging in mid-air
So you could see from the street
You'd bother to look up once in a while.
I wish I had
Your hands on both my sides
With your messed up mind and
Then I could drink my life out
of the plastic cups
Partly hanging on your neck
Like a necklace too precious to
Too heavy to wear.
I wish I had
December on my skin while
You lie by my side.
until it's o.k. to cry.
New Year.Rus.Я спорила с собой, до первого в году рассвета.
Если я и ты значит Лето,
Пусть задержаться холода.
Я молчала, хмуря брови, не желая признаться в этом.
Если Сентябрь держал те
Some kind of Monster."I don't want to die." He whispered as they were heading towards the high building. The sun was shining badly and burnt his exposed skin which made him wish even more he wasn't making for the source of the heat.
"Neither of us do," A girl wrapped in layers of clothes replied quietly "But it's the right thing to do, we've discussed it." And it was true - for the last week they have talked about all the options, and they weren't bright. He knew this was the only way, but it felt so wrong that his knees were shaking. She, on the other hand, looked too calm and emotionless for someone who was going to halt living in a few minutes. His paces were slow, but they lacked uncertainty or hesitation, and just the heart missed a beat once in a while.
"Do you hear it?" The boy asked and fell silent. Her face was wry for a second before she answered "How can I not? As long as you walk this earth it's screams shall not stop." Her dark hair fell down on her face like a wall between them as the words w
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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