and  you stare hypocritical from your screen..

   
   
And again my emotions melt in a surplus    
against next as cool as sublime majesty!    
My abandoned jardim is blowed away    
by your tundra-permafrost    
by your uncouth provocant manner..    
nothing happened    
All right, babe    
   
nothing went wrong    
even with your replica of 'victims' and 'cops'    
be-    
cause    
   
this jardim- is itinerant, & prodigal tramp    
it may vagabonds to another sand, to another pave    
   
The same feelings at once is myth . i saw,    
there is too many layers of like and dislike...    
since „we are colossus“---    
   
And like we known it, in the absolute    
Is no declivity    
   
yer voice sounds never after yer eyes ever were stoned    
yer thoughts 're blurred    
yer feelings twisted..    
   
you are any given moment on the solid path    
you never in hell.    
You never in purgatory.    
How you manage it? Teach me, missis    
   
You say you striving to wisdom    
but there no lenses i can borrow by none of witches    
to read yer prudence    
with my eyes.    
   
Love, this La Belle Prostituée, dont dwell between us.    
Not we will sit under Rodez ospedale tree drinking iron tea    
 for Antonin braveries..    
not we will be transient drifting among our other events and fantasies..    
     
You never will take a risk    
to walk inside of those garbages, jardims, cemetery of poems, those flamming bones    
                                       no, it wont rise between us nor amiticia nor love    
nor needs in lessons..    
nor lessons in questions.    
   
we will not spawn babies in aquatint.    
Sepia is my layout – yours: black-white-pink    
my favorite colors in childhood was black-red- lilac    
whats may eye make with yer upbeat inflorescence?    
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However, if you really wish i would operate this job and turn into 'cop'    
cop from lowest bottom of subterranean world    
and then, you imagine the scenario.. i would must arrest you for your quirky treat to so muchly beloved by you „fucked off and die alone“ men