Vladimir Mayakovsky: On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.

On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude — Vladimir Mayakovsky

On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.

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