As memory above me.

I have been skinned and it’s new flesh

That has grown on meat.

How does it feel to live with you imprinted on my skin?

You strangle me, I cry and beg.

Your touch rips me within.

The fear awakens inside me –

Sensation I’m used to.

It’s not your hands and not your chest yet all I feel is you.

My tears dried off, but pain won't cease.

The wound won’t ever close.

It permanently stained my life – I pray it curses yours.

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Любовь к другим людям

В словах твоих слышу: их призраки

Обо мне судят.

Объятиями теплыми можно согреть ли

Любовь, охладевшую в руках чужих?

Когда я шепчу тебе ночью,

Меня ты слышишь или их?

И словно туман над Волгой ложится,

Ложусь я в твою постель.

Июнь и палящее солнце не скроют

В сердце сырую метель.

Надолго они останутся с нами?

Уйдут ли когда-то они?

Как много людей в отношениях будет?

Посчитай еще и моих.

И сбившись со счета,

как сбитый пульс мой,

Мы взглянем в глаза друг друга.

Увидишь ли ты, что в душе моей тоже

Вьюга?

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I sit in a room meant for two

On my bed there’s a place for you

There’s a hollowness in my head

How many tears for you have I shed?

And again for a moment I have you

And again you come back to me

When it’ll be over

How much will it pain me to live?

Without you I cannot eat

Without you I cannot breathe

Without you I feel so lost

Having you comes with a cost

It’s amount that I am willing to pay

What more do you want me to say?

What more can I do?

So the dream of you will come true?

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On a sheet facing me.

Luring in with your shape,

Blurring my dignity.

As I stare I can feel

Myself pulling in.

War is over before

It could even begin.

And I beg on my knees,

Crying tears of relief.

Like a poem my mind

You so willingly leave.

In a fog I am now,

Gently facing my bliss.

Your voice and your shape

I’ll so severely miss.

Daring you to come back

I ram my face with my fist,

Till my skin has gone black,

Till you’re gone with the mist .

I can’t hear you no more,

Nothing, even a whisper…!

And the sheet facing me

Bears no scar, but a blister.

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