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Poems from a Stool · 2026

I Exist

My existence Isn't just a fluke, Isn't just luck, A product of burning passion. Not a swap of fluids From flesh into flesh. A transfer from over Right under the heavens. My existence Isn't just a party, Blow out the candles — The rascal's gone. All I need is to remember A simple idea: Not knowing why, Still, I — exist!
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian