A heart.
Trembling and moaning heavily.
The chest is unbuttoned.
Bleeding scars and stitches -
The surgeon casually sewed once.
It is capable of good.
Give a warm knock of knock,
With a flood of silence,
Almost extinguished, does not hurt the hearing.
It is easy to stop,
Touching the blade slowly.
Whisper quietly - "Anyway ..."
To keep it that way is false - "It does not matter to me ..."
Warmly flowing from a fresh wound,
Warms her dry lips.
The breath is quiet and desirable -
"Thank you for not drinking your teeth ..."
The needle and thread are glistening in the hand,
And a new stitch on my heart.
"You will not die, you will live
That I could still warm up. "
A thick droplet of heat,
And roared in the body of the trumpet.
But melt it inside ...
Only the ice ax will help.
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