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"And again you took water", by Mykyta Ryzhykh

 

And again you took water into your mouth and did not swallow it
You can stand the water
You can’t stand the emptiness in your mouth
The rain is falling on your curls
Your eyelashes fall on the rusty leaves of the snow
The city’s red teeth are crumbling
You can see in the dark
You can’t see you’re blind
You’re blind to money and madness
You can
You can not
I don’t know anything about you at all
The water in your mouth evaporates
It makes you feel hot
The water in your mouth is boiling
In a moment I’ll hear a scream
In a moment I will see lightning
I can already hear thunder roaring in the distance
You explode into a thousand pieces of silence
I hear your footsteps leaving
I hear
I can not hear
I’m deaf
I’m deaf to your words
And the water in your mouth doesn’t dare speak
You don’t love me and that says it all
If tomorrow morning an air bomb falls on my room you will cry
Tears are also water
Tears are also an attempt at memory
Memory is also water
Time is also water
You disappear from my head
I’m disappearing from this cruel world