Insomnia.
He woke up, tossed and shuddered.
Waves of rustling went through the worlds.
Out of the fog - like angels
Turned out of the feathers ...
He left, returned unrecognized,
Before the chill looked at the embers ...
Dawn and narrow ghosts
Shortened into corners.
And he tried to griping, to stupor
Knead pillows and sheets to lay ...
But disturbed him - uncomfortable
Inappropriate Wings of Love ...
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среда, 21 ноября 2018 г.
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