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Wm in City Admires View, Takes Off Dress

Socialite, sociopath,

cradle to grave,

life depraved,

public entertained,

expectations fulfilled.

 

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yekaterina katnikova

Serendipitously I slide

into the sweet visage…

Forgetting that which may have been;

imagining what could be…

Hurtling out of

and in to

control.

Screw probability,

maybe

this is where I’m meant to be.

 

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It is either extremely beautiful,

or decayed and squalid,

in this light, it is hard to tell.

Shadows dance on the walls,

ornate and cared for,

forgotten relic,

passion dictates,

eyes deceive.

 

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1906 Riga_ (Rus)

I’d say, we’re all crazy.

So-so.

Perhaps

I’m the sanest crazy person I know.

 

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He wore a $670,000 wristwatch.

I’m amazed that’s even possible.

Certainly it’s immoral

that such things exist.

 

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Siegen Synagog

 

“We’re all Europeans, right?”

“Of course, you can speak freely!”

“You *must* come to the commemoration today!”

“Rejoice in liberty!”

European city, summer,

beautiful buildings and landscapes,

pretty faces,

hard hearts,

money rules,

hate pervades.

“European Day of Remembrance for Victims of Stalinism and Nazism”,

celebrate Black Ribbon Day, they say,

assuage some Axis guilt.

No, I reply, you can’t possibly equate the two.

They call me Russian, Communist scum.

… Go home, where heart is one.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

55

 

Samantha Smith said

“They’re just like us.”

And we’re just like them.

Shit!

I was hoping for something better.

 

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4 Vesta (in_natural_color)

 

Only rarely can you see an Asteroid with the naked eye,

they say, like Vesta,

in darkest night sky,

until,

remote chance, like lottery win,

Tunguska again.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Anna Sedokova 2

 

It was a rare treat,

quickly it became well done,

even quicker, overdone.

 

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Berliner Mauer

 

“It was amazing going to West Berlin,”

Mr One-Hit-Wonder

says to camera:

“An outpost of civilization.”

The washed-up, mediocre musician

muses, remembering a time when

he was so full of drugs that

he can’t remember anything

other than clichés

and baloney,

about how East Berlin was a boring, gray

Communist nightmare,

occupied by Russian savages,

suppressing freedom-loving Germans.

While the West was a cacophony

of vivid, vibrant, life and

vomit.

Of course, he is British.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat