How to X hours

< Inna Spring



How many hours until the X - point of crossing swords
parallel?
My white-fronted Sphinx, buried in
conglomerate crumb of the universe,
a long time to go yet?
What are we left with you?
Tenderness not save - wrapped in a blanket fatigue ...
Lives departed paradise lubochen and full
feelings -
mint spring tea.
Temporary housing is covered with
gold brittle leaves, maples dropped ...
pours into hell together with you, my good.
Default - passed, let the stars die out ...
chaos through the glass pereboleem Rozno.
Knocking heel part ladder lonely
in the night through the doorway misses gray prophets.
Hard-peremagnichen seems all said ...
The genius of the silent kitsch, under his jacket - progal ...