vyharkanny consumptive night in the dirty hand Presnya
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Maria, want this?
Let go, Maria!
Pinch your fingers cramp I iron bell throat!
Maria!
Zvereyut streets pastures.
On the neck bruise fingers crush.
Unlock!
Painfully!
You see - stuck
in the eyes of the millinery pins!
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baby!
Do not be afraid,
that my neck cowhide
potnozhivotye woman sitting wet mountain, —
it is through life I drag
millions of huge pure love
and a million million dirty little love,
Do not be afraid,
again,
treason in bad weather,
I cling to the thousands of pretty people, —
"Loving Mayakovsky!» —
Why is there a dynasty
He ascended to the heart of a crazy queens.