White Death

My White Death!
Your wild wolfes
Broken mybody as the bread.
Oh, ungratful,
You never don’t die of the hunger.
Calm doun!
My White Death,
Show my the doors to L.W.
And I shall go there at onse.
I don’t know, why she is not here.
I am take new blinding snake
From the parcel.
Oh, it is a terrible wound:
True story about true friend.
Sorry! I’ve kept your hand so long!
I want to fall in dislove you.
I wonder who are you?

february 1994

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