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Poems from a Stool · 2026

The Good, It Lies There

The good, it just lies there, like that, Dreaming… leave me alone. They won't let it take a bath. Stuck on like a wet leaf in a sauna! People don't want to notice The thief in valiant Robin Hood. After the sun there's skin cancer too. So what, is it the enemy? Maybe…
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian