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Син Шлюхи

Непроглядні дні Весняної манії. Очі всі світяться, Іскри палають Десь там пожежі за рогом лунають Все пахне, всі сяють Руки за руки Тримаються міцно, Ніби в пазурях круки, Що здобич несуть І тут з'являюся я. Все тьмяне, все сіре Все зле, усе некрасиве Люди сміються, кричать, балаганять, А я, просто, шукаю далекий світанок, Що має зійти у душі Тілом до тіла, носом до носа, А я, немов дроворуб: Вештаюсь світом без серця. Не знайти того пальця серед тисячі рук, Щоб у грудях зіплести кубельце...

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