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Published: Nov 27, 2024 8:24 PM

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Spin, days, your former yarn, A living soul cannot be rebuilt forever. No! I'll never get along with myself, To myself, my beloved, I'm a stranger. I want to read, but the book falls out, Yawning fills It makes me fall asleep... And outside the window The lingering wind is crying, As if I sense The proximity of the funeral. Peeling maple With its black top Nasal hoarsely To the sky about the past. What kind of maple is it? He's just a pillory - I would hang it on it Or give it up for scrapping. And the first I need to be hanged Crossing my arms behind my back: For the fact that the song Hoarse and sick I disturbed my sleep Native country. I don't like Rooster crows And I say What if it were in force, Then everyone would like roosters I tore out the guts So that they They didn't cry at night. But I forgot That I myself am a rooster Screaming with all his might Before the dawn of the region, Trampling on my father's covenants, Worried at heart And in verse. The blizzard is screaming It's like a boar Whom they were going to kill. Cold, Ice fog, You won't understand Where is the distance Where nearby... The moon, probably The dogs ate - It's been a long time since Can't see it in the sky. Pulling the thread from the tow, WITHundefined spindle The mother is conducting the conversation. Deaf cat Listens to that conversation Hanging from the couch An important chapter. No wonder they say Shy neighbors What does he look like To a black owl. The eyes narrow. And how I squint them, I see it clearly From a fairy tale time: The cat paws at me Shows the muzzle, And the mother is like a witch From the Kyiv mountain. I don't know if I'm sick Or not sick But only thoughts They wander around randomly. In the ears of the grave The sound of shovels With the sobbing of distant Bell tower. Yourself deceased I see in the coffin To the hallelujah The lamentations of the sexton. I'm dead forever I'm going lower Laying on them Two copper patches. With this money From dead eyes The gravedigger will become warmer, - I'm buried It's the same time He'll kill himself like a fool. And he will say loudly: “What an eccentric! He's in life I went on a rampage... But I couldn’t overcome Five pages From Capital. undefined

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EasyNegative, (3d, render, cgi, doll, painting, fake, cartoon, 3d modeling:1.4), (worst quality, low quality:1.4), monochrome, child, deformed, malformed, deformed face, bad teeth, bad hands, bad fingers, bad eyes, long body, blurry, duplicated, cloned, duplicate body parts, disfigured, extra limbs, texts, english text, watermark, logo

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FLUX.1 - dev-fp8

SCI FI DEVIN - V1.0

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