moloko bezhit iz paketa polosti
ugolkami gub oskolom vniz tianetsia
napolniaia tsiframi svoej plotnosti
i vse bol'she nachinaet nravitsia
kogda oblomki belye khvataet gorlo
v desnakh stynut nervov chernye dyry
ia nasyshchaius' dobytym segodnia kormom
kuskom, otorvannym ot starogo tela mira
na stol belym snegom raduet
mgnovenie perlamutrovym zhemchugom visnet
i belymi nitkami pust' padaet
na melkie bryzgi drobias' kistiami
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