I refuse to tolerate mornings,
You refuse to tolerate feelings,
Like a lost, but not erased onyx
You refuse to tolerate meaning.
Your last laughter at a sad joke
Cheshire smiles of not amused tortures,
Maybe I can still send you pokes,
Maybe it can still be raised - notch or
Maybe two, if we would be lucky
If we find another sad business
If we find another old buck i.e.
If we’re lost beside insane leases,
Silly stories of a sad mermaid,
Ariel, Ophelia, others,
Maybe I can still speak some German,
Maybe even it can end farther
Than we thought we ever get into,
When we started playing that poker,
My diluted dreams are still kinda
Of a not acknowledged sly Locky
Low-key Liesmith playing his drama
Of the Naglfar made of lost imprints
Maybe we can get a bit calmer
In the world of all destroyed meanings.
I refuse
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