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When my cat sits on my knees and spreads his alpha state with his purr,
I plunge into the dark night of my own heart.
It's winter there,
there's a moon, with a Gallo around it, looks like a peach stone,
there the snow creaks under the feet of indifferent passers-by,
there the long-dead stars twinkle dimly,
there rusty broken lanterns sway from the wind,
there is no love, affection, tenderness,
there a state of being deaf, as from a good dose of haloperidol.
There are whining high-frequency sounds of urban life in my ears.
The brain requires strong alcohol,
but common sense shows him a fuck,
because lithium shouldn't be mixed with brandy
and even with wine is not worth it.
This is how to live separately:
my heart is in one city,
and my brain is in another one.
11.50 04.07 2021
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021
Parallel Worlds
© Copyright: Валео Лученко, 2021
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