Hail the king
Филипп Андреевич Хаустов
I wipe the sunlight off my skin
and turn my eyes backwards.
I saturate the night with sin
to hail the king of dwarfs.
My prayer will release the moon
that rings inside my head,
cause I am leaving very soon
to feast among the dead.
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Филипп Андреевич Хаустов
, 2022
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