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I dress the rings of days trying to find out the beginning in the swirling mirror of sleep, the empty roads were all the water and I remember that it never was never

And the light of the ranges

And the flame of borders

I dream of bonfires of single hospitals

This is a game Escape from happiness all my life among the worlds surrounded by banners

tears erased all faces in the autumn leaves

and draw lights with rays with a wet brush

Strings of despair rush the season for plowing so it is necessary

Death leaves in circles dissolves in the summer

On the edge of the forest we meet together

Come on you will tell about the house a new house in a lingonberry meadow about your winged horses

About the flowering cherry of loneliness, eternity and rooms of excess and how sometimes the beaks of rain is heard by someone's steps

On the edge of the airfield, the grass will become scarlet

aircraft crosses will break about the cliffs

Clating height daggers of traces jasmine smell of dreams

and in the strip of light to fall quietly run around the desert whisper them at least somewhere

The moonlight is blue-blue and in it I begin to recognize myself

I woke up alone from the cold wind, it was already dark from the ceiling.

I did not understand anything among the green walls

elevator is just a piece of scenery

I have to go gathered on the corners on me

shepherds through the past day cotton wool

eccussia in a diom, an extended field only traces are looking for what you are what are you

when no warmth is cold to me

when there are no flowers to me gray

when there is no love, well, someone will come up with her one on all

And I regret all the meaninglessness, she cuts the half -worn paintings with her razor acuteness and fear becomes fragments of ice under her feet

Glass bullet will break the glass window of fatigue

The tattooed past looks from the gateway with a dirty cat

On skyscrapers, the sour sky greased along the edges

Before her eyes, they come to life like someone's face

someone is lying on the bed trying to reach the candle on the table and cannot

someone is trying to run through the crowd of dressed ghosts but cannot

someone is trying to wake up but constantly around only curtains supported by hoarfrost

The panthers supported by hoofs fly to the moon and their eyes are dry.

eyes

so real is not reality

Children play on the hill

and neon snow as a swing of the hand in goodbye, the disappearance of flashes of blue spotlights floats quietly

And only the star world will remain somewhere in the sky

And only children's sleep will remain somewhere in the past

Among the particles of love alone alone