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DRAIN Beat the volcano of passion of the day, Hatred flows like boiling lava. Somewhere there is a squabble ... the holiday of the maddened glory is over, When there is an opportunity to steal, And sell your only friend, Without fear of falling face first into the mud, In the area of the enchanted circle. And now, they are already carrying The remains of wild troubles. But, still, on the side We became all around us. And, suddenly, a vicious circle Closed with a bang! I don’t even know, That chance kept us safe. Now, the argument is noise It gurgles like a drain in the latrines. Under the gaze of gazing eyes, Yes to cheers of delight, Someone shares some power, Wiping the defeated snot. Light pink words Fascinate the mind and heart. But it did not become sweeter than halva - The taste of blood on the baby’s lips... And the sores of old wounds They bleed here and there.
