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13 poems carrying this word

01 And how old you are — doesn't matter — And how old you are — doesn't matter — those years are long gone. The past is screwed into thoughts, like curlers worn… MMXXVI
02 At night I wanted to drink water, but At night I wanted to drink water, but poured myself vodka, with expression I read out to the coffee grinder, what was s… MMXXV
03 What a shameless one you are eating with an unwashed What a shameless one you are eating with an unwashed hand orange sweets. Your eyes Shine like on the balcony greased by… MMXXV
04 You'll die for me, fixing your bangs. You'll die for me, fixing your bangs. Forgetting words past you in trousers will walk the clouds, and the neighbour fro… MMXXV
05 Sometimes my throat hurts, but not so much, that it's a big deal. In places it's wildly boring, Sometimes my throat hurts, but not so much, that it's a big deal. In places it's wildly boring, But if you weigh it up,… MMXXIV
06 This heart is a thousand years old, he isn't like other people. Yesterday you decided to shed light on him, This heart is a thousand years old, he isn't like other people. Yesterday you decided to shed light on him, but spilled… MMXXII
07 They left in white And said goodbye to everyone in silence, They left in white And said goodbye to everyone in silence, Not looking around for meaning, As if they feared someone's… MMXXII
08 On the clock - a quarter to three, I have just turned On the clock - a quarter to three, I have just turned five minutes short of eternity. I saw how in a dance a candle fla… MMXX
09 And now the music has stayed with me with black branching notes, beaten in under the skin with explosive bars, And now the music has stayed with me with black branching notes, beaten in under the skin with explosive bars, merciles… MMXX
10 Neither white nor black, Nor pockets full of immortality: If only a shot of something fresh Neither white nor black, Nor pockets full of immortality: If only a shot of something fresh For ordinary heirs of the g… MMXX
11 Every day, beside myself, I aim a tornado At the house burned down by loving. Every day, beside myself, I aim a tornado At the house burned down by loving. All that's needed For life is love. I cou… MMXVII
12 Don't forget why you're here, What you daydream of every hour! Tear but don't tear through that thread, Don't forget why you're here, What you daydream of every hour! Tear but don't tear through that thread, That briskly ho… MMXVII
13 Measured breathing, The load of a long distance. Gradual getting used to it Measured breathing, The load of a long distance. Gradual getting used to it And a reboot. A state of meditation. Smooth… MMXVII

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