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Rarity. - skin current

"Come on baby & # 33; You did not breathe & # 33;
I died…"

The origins of the stories will starve in these rooms kitchens and corridors
The silence of the surface is torn by quarrels, spores in the neurons, they grow
Please & # 33; Become a recluse, quietly creaking glass janitors
My dark courtyard has already become a grave for many, and we still seem to be something with that guy

The shades of gray in these stories, the looks behind the fences, the days of baiting and stabbing
Like the hair that smelled like autumn, seeded glands of nerve passions
System & # 33; Voices that penetrated the veins, by a stream of wires extolling gene modifications
On the skin a donkey days ash, absorb this essence & # 33; Wind nets are set on you dear & # 33;

Life crumbled into a finger, and I forgot this evening ...

Our stories smoothly cut through the skin
The world without it froze, I keep these images in my memory
Just no use, dust from photos on the shelves
We are captured in a hot afternoon

Only there are no our faces ...