How would so like,
can then, maybe it's ...
Half-drunk half delirious.
Midnight half-dressed.
My glass is half empty.
Twilight webs.
Premature dreams
Crazy Pictures.
Crescent comma.
Dimensional sound of the wheels of cars.
Halts, the city,
Wind up the phone.
Halftone and penumbra.
And looming posredinke
Semi-I and sex-you -
Full priests halves ...
This wonderful poems Belarusian artist Anna Silivonchik.
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