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[In copyright does not pretend]

Call me on tea.

Read out loud, feel about yourself, give everything that is.

One hundred eight seconds until midnight.

Sleep in any eye, even thoughts and those are silent.

Dying in the silence of presence, return back to the pause.

A taste of eternity.

Kitchen.

Call me on tea.

Soothe rhythms stay alone.

Alone. It seems to be together, but not even near and not even next door.

You say that I am a dreamer. By no means.

You look at my eyes and you will not see anything unusual.

The most ordinary, ordinary, like wet autumn rain.

We did not notice when wet autumn rain became something ordinary.

And remember, once there were so many miracle.

When in every snowfish echo life.

Call me on tea.

So I want to drown in the lyric space.

Help the aroma of black tea and music of your delicate hands, as if a warm blanket in a frosty night.

So I want to warm up.

Get warm.

As then in the loan barracks, hiding in two bushlates.

There is no stronger attraction to tenderness than at night in the simplicity barracks thousands of kilometers from home.

Thousands of kilometers from home. In the simplicity barracks. Hiding over two bumps.

Call me on tea.

Show your finger on the chair where you can sit. Let it be my place.

Let it be my place.

Chair and space of an elongated arm around - all I need from this world.

I sit down and calm down.

Put in front of me a circle with tea. I will be your guest.

Sit down.

We silently listen to the knock of the second arrow, we will go crazy against awkwardness. Saw.

Yummy. Heat.

Tasty and warm.

Liquid warms the body. Your presence warms me entirely.

In the whole depth of totality.

Call me on tea.

I will give you everything that is.

I will read out loud, stay with you until the morning.

Launch. Stay.

Stay in the life of each other.

It seems to be together, but not even near and not even next door.

It is not even in neighboring galaxies. Rentally, not even in the neighboring universes.

Perhaps there is no point of contact with us.

Perhaps we are also destined to try to find each other before the end.

Perhaps this is the essence of life - to find the door to the authenticity of each other.

Why are we so extra happy, staying alone with each other, clearly understand that we do not see each other?

Call me on tea.

To speak quietly. Silence loudly. Feel deep or as it turns out. To laugh sincerely, cry desperately.

Faced with the inability to comprehend, slowly go crazy. Let's go crazy together. I do not see you, I can not touch you. Only investigation.

The consequences of the presence of you. Smell, breathing sound, hair color. Flight from candy, but not her taste.

Unbearably, as if in a glass box. We attached a palm to the glass and try to touch each other. But there is neither bodies nor even hints for the existence of each other. Fantasy.

Where are you? Why can't I see you? To touch you.

To touch you.

So I want to touch you.

Call me on tea.

Let's stay secret. In the impossibility of comprehension.

We laugh at nonsense. Breaking in despair.

Where are you?

How do you?

Why don't you drink your tea?

Stay with me.

One hundred eight seconds until midnight.

Candle almost denounced. It became completely dark. We stayed alone.

Alone.

Alone. It seems to be together, but not even near and not even next door.

Please, do not go. Stay with me at least a moment.

Why don't you drink your tea?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Call me on tea.

Call me.

Call