[belomoeff]

Сжигает ночь остатки дня,
Сжигает часть моей души...

Day burns down to night
Burns the edge of my soul
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires end
In a dust of bones...

Night knive my breath
Swallows whole my tounge
Turned back, reversed, returned
In the night I see the real concealed
In the days bright LIE
Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile

Sleep walks
And talks
And feet
Mark time of day
To the drumless beat

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