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Inna Kabysh
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And everyone thought I’d die –
but I became a poet.
And I met another hell driver.
His name was Dante.
And when he led me –
circle after circle –
I looked at the gray lock in his black
hair
and thought
that one such as he had returned
from the Hereafter,
Lyoskha was
from childhood,
which meant that the Hereafter was childhood.
And my childhood –
the star of my former days –
was Lyoshka.
And therefore everything would be okay
and we’d get married.