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poems are read by the author Demirina. It didn't even go: stupidly boring, When someone in underwear was here before you In a dark room cramped, smoky stuffy, From which they emerge into the mist of September... And some cold ahead, and snowstorms: As if there was no summer in July delirium! At the beginning, we also wanted something else, Starting with love to play on the go... It didn't even go: to live with someone outside the home, It's just nothing: to win back dreams! And in time to feel that they are unfamiliar, Who are completely unfamiliar with the delight of spring ... стихи читает автор Демирина. Это даже не пошло: до одури скучно, Когда кто-то в исподнем тут был до тебя В тёмной комнате тесной, прокурено-душной, Из которой выходят во мглу сентября... И одни холода впереди, и метели: Будто не было лета в
