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Female Solution
once in the night
you took my life
but by the dawn you cried
suddenly you priced
me more when alive
but it was too late to rewind
suddenly you saw
how lonely you were
in the world of clashing walls
prostrate on the floor
you prayed to your lord
but i'd never believed in a god
Max Kuvaev
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Greed
summer comes and in the streets
somebody walks sombody talks
you come and lay your hand on me
but i just really don't want
summer comes with summer games
summer comes with wind and dust
i don't think you sense the strain
all your love is in the past
feelings are humiliated in a paroxysm of greed
sticky hands all over the place
words are all unable to fit
into the weary mask of your face
aimlessness and voice is gone
dreary days sink into sand
all the right moves were wrong
and our very hearts were lent
i think i should drink
till i can't see
please allow me
to forget your greed
my greed
all the greed in the world
the images distort
again and again
and it never ends
we're always greedy
Max Kuvaev
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He walks through secret garden
he walks through secret garden
with a numb feel in his left arm
ends up lone in the house
with its roof covered with fallen stars
and in the night hes watching globes
rolling down blue marble slope
and he counts them like fish
like they are made of mud and
then she comes they sing together
just two helpless birds of a feather
yet when they touch and sing
they turn my winter into spring
Max Kuvaev
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Headache
my head aches
it's very hot and drab today
i can't decide what i do first
and i'm afraid my head will burst
throbbing inside
pushing my life out of my eye
circles around both yellow and red
can't do anything but retreat to bed
it hurts to think
my thoughts don't flow but sting
my head from inside and scream
and scream and scream and kick
i lie like dead
and your face floats above my poor one
my headache
would end if you could come
my head aches
it's very hot and drab today
my head aches
it's very hot and drab today
Max Kuvaev
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