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His single camera sterile, empty.
Not because I managed to escape, but because he was killed.
A few hairs from his beard still lie on the plastic table.
There he sat like a sack quiet shadows and dust,
Ten years of waiting when ...
Under the pillow still lie spare glasses
and on the crumpled plaid latest book:
Benefit gardener - how to trim and hawthorn plant zucchini.
And on the wall above the bed baby photo
from a failed marriage.
But now she has no one to look
with this unbearable reproach from the semi-darkness of the autumn park.
Anyone who remembered her groin hood - let's say - anywhere
and it has long been grown - and age were not recalled Pope

Do you remember how shone elm branches after rain
in the dark nepozdno pm in the parking lot?
You hung on the arm of his mother being taken away you -
as impotent little monkey
And when slammed the door of your car, I saw his eyes closed:
the front seat belt tied my stomach pulsing
and that he was being taken away from me, and I was left in tears -
in his solitary world of quiet in the chamber of torture.
I'll come to you sometimes
unsolicited Association, the picture of early childhood -
you just whisper to myself - how to tell me & quot; yes & quot;
and this will be enough after all our disasters.