Parting


Our love has been dying for years. And now our parting suddenly resurrects it. Our love rises from the dead uncanny as a corpse which came to life in order to die for a second time. Every night we make love, every hour we are parting, every hour we swear to each other faith till the grave. We suffer intensively, as one suffers in hell. Each of us runs a 110 fever. Moaning out of hatred we pluck our wedding photograph from the album And every night till dawn, crying, making love, breaking into a cold sweat, we talk to each other, we talk to each other, we talk to each other, for the first and the last time in life.


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sergey May 20, 2013 at 7:45am

This is awful and robratterman sucks!

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robert-bobert May 21, 2013 at 3:10am

Yeah, this guy is just nuts!

robratterman May 21, 2013 at 3:12am

YOU BOTH ARE FIRED!!!

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