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Mar 2019
At first the bell rattled,
Then it died.
Combed four lines –
The verse spread.

What's a half verse?
Neither you nor me.
In four folded newspaper –
In half.

Traditions are not respected.
Avant-garde.
On energy drinks wondering.
Long live cynicism.

The old believers overlooked,
Hightech's here.
Digitized watercolors,
Take the check.
Written by
Ilya Krivonosov  39/M/Balashikha
(39/M/Balashikha)   
166
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