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Rust By Yulia Drunina

I was loving your laugh and your voice,
I was fighting for soul of yours.
But that soul was so alien, really,
But that soul had a rust instead filling.
Love was telling: "So, what, I'm missing,
I'll destroy rust of soul, it's easy".
There were tempests and calm and silence,
There were fires of rootless violence,
But, you know, in that violent fire
I was burning alone, I'm tired.
Rust stayed rust, there's no other filling
And that soul is still alien, really...

P.S. This is my translation of poem by Yulia Drunina

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