I write a nasty, dispelling boredom.
Morning he caught my password
Misty summer morning the asphalt.
Day use of words,
to keep the pain away.
Evening word gets cherry grove
with the wind swinging.
Night puts words into the blue
wavy velvet,
in whom all the stars on the Otava
was glued closed.
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