i met a girl in Russia
and she was really nice
she said her name was Katya
and she did not eat
in front of me,
(only :nikita:, she said = a smallboy with shallow eyes:::he was hers, her slice of paradise))
katya was thin,
and this did not bother me
because katya smiled
and katya laughed
no one sad did these things,
did they?
one day katya did not call ??????
no "privet", no nothing
I went to her house,
and her father answered the door
he did not speak english, and my russian was bad
but i could tell, not from his eyes but his face,
yes his face - hardandworn and so so lined
that he was very sad
(((((nikita stood far, his eyes even more shallow than usual. i believe he had lost his paradise))))
i cried by the Moskva River that day
and tourists filtered by
asking
"are you okay?"
a man spat on me and said
"grobanyye nishchiye"
i did not move
i could not breath,
so i counted to onetwothreefourfive
nothing nothing nothing
the world continued to spin, very slowly,
and katya was still dead
in Smolensk
on a table
whilst an old man
with shaking hands and laboured breathing
dissected her soul
i met a girl in Russia
and she was very nice
she said her name was Katya
and i fell in love with her right then
Kat-yah
she did not eat
and she now lives in the ground
i plant flowers, each and every day
for her to eat:
but she never does
*exploit*
Samwise Gamgee ♥*
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