This is cru-cru-cru-crumbling.
It seems so fast? !
You have blown cold, cold wind
With your cigarette breath,
And
God damn!
My heart just turned to glass.
Watch the mercury recede:
Push, Red, push!
Hide, Red, hide!
Run, Red, run!
* * *
Joy is interrupted.
Fear the sway
Of windshield frost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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