”corset…”
Corset wound to the convex stomach
I always had me always support
Reluctant stomach at the moment when suddenly sitting
Flew burst and Ban’
Mixed involuntarily pain and laughter of the hip
As it is in while sleeping this poem
writing
But we saw in the midst of that painful depression
Annual rings of the ceiling of the tree at the top of his back is
I did not see
Even when painful also happy when
When looking at the ceiling that does not change anything
Now is a very just happy …
And burst flew corset
Also it puts it in the future
Thank you …
"Poer-Moderns..."
