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If I stop a girl in the street and try talking my way

I’m tired

I’ve hammered my lines into you, nail by nail

In a Car

In a kiss on the hands

In the shops, filled with faces worn and rotten

In Tiredness

It used to be

Jew

Jubilee

Kiev

Leaves

Left March

Let the squares ring to the tramp of revolt!

Letter to Tatiana Yakovleva

Love

Lines on the Soviet Passport

Mad about the Movies

Me

Monte Carlo

Morning

Moscow-Königsberg

Mother and the Evening the Germans Killed

My Brother Writers

Night

No fact more unprecedented has ever been recorded

Noises come through the echoing city

Normally, it’s like this

Obviously, I’m not going to get used

Ode to the Revolution

Once upon a time there lived a ConDem

Our March

Out on the highways, fewer people to meet

Out to the clean street in an hour’s time will flow

237

70

130

109

14

216

5

10

209

209

149

143

9

92

85

216

223

10

139

6

220

3

135

35

76

3

94

12

119

76

88

84

85

135

12

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