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Сергей Наота
Touch my eyes,
Feel knock of my heart.
Remember these feelings for all life,
You do not learn about them more never.
I burn out myself in you -
Outside of me is not present more!
Smear me on the person!
Make! Make it at me.
Wound itself! Torment itself!
It will be not so lovely as you wanted.,
I assure, I can help you with it.
I want it! Clear the body!
Rise! Rise! Kneel!
Allow to me you to connect.
Tears and barrackings are not vain...
Shout more loudly! I am almost ready to cut up you.