soul voice

All in the closet Raskin,
And warm
gather, – asunder
Tearing his cries.

Away, do not waste the labor,
hold, – pull out,
Razorvesh – trouble eh:
Will sew thread.
Person! Do not fear?
Nothing to do.
I – soul. in dust
Reckless!
Do me good is to braid,
I Does the dress.
Person, I dare you?
so'll pay!
I will smite the eye
I thought the wild –
– I said!
– not, my words.
your head
Your higher I,
does not happen
And not being.

1918

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