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[I do not pretend to be copyright]

Call me for tea.
Read aloud, feel to yourself, give everything that is.
One hundred eight seconds to midnight.
Sleep in any eye, even thoughts and those are silent.
To die in the silence of presence, to return back to the pauses.
Subscribing Eternity.
Kitchen.

Call me for tea.
To calm the rhythms, to be alone.
Alone. It is as if together, but not even nearby or even in the neighborhood.
You will say that I'm a dreamer. By no means.
You look into my eyes and 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 was so much miracle.
When in every snowflake an echo of life.

Call me for tea.
So I want to drown in the space of the lyrics.
To take refuge with the aroma of black tea and the music of your delicate hands, like a warm blanket on a frosty night.
So I want to warm up.
Get warm.
As then in a frozen barracks, hiding in two pea jackets.
There is no stronger attraction to tenderness than at night in the frozen barracks thousands of kilometers from the house.
For thousands of kilometers from the house. In the frozen barracks. Having hidden by two pea jackets.

Call me for tea.
Show your finger on the chair on which you can sit. Let it be my place.
Let it be my place.
The chair and space of an outstretched arm around is all that I need from this world.
I'll sit down and calm down.
Put a mug with tea in front of me. I will be your guest.
Sit down nearby.
We silently listen to the knock of a second arrow, we will go crazy with awkwardness. Steam.
Yummy. Warm.
Tasty and warm.
The liquid warms the body. Your presence warms me whole.
Throughout the depths of total.

Call me for tea.
I will give you everything that is.
I will read aloud, I will stay with you until the morning.
I will stay. Stay.
We will stay in each other.
It is as if together, but not even nearby or even in the neighborhood.
This is not even in neighboring galaxies. It seems not even in neighboring universes.
Perhaps there is no point in contact at all.
Perhaps we are destined to try to find each other until the end of the days.
Perhaps this is the essence of life - to find a door to each other's authenticity.
Why are we so delightfully happy, being alone with each other, clearly realizing that we do not see each other?

Call me for tea.
To speak quietly. Silence loudly. Feel deep or how it will work. Laugh sincerely, cry desperately.
Faced with the impossibility of comprehension, slowly go crazy. Let's go crazy together. I do not see you, I can’t touch you. Only consequences.
The consequences of the presence of you. Smell, breathing sound, hair color. Fantik from sweets, but not its taste.
Unbearable, as if in a glass box. We put our palms to the glass and try to touch each other. But there are neither bodies, nor even the hints 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 for tea.
Let's stay secret. In the impossibility of comprehension.
Laugh with stupidity. We burst into tears in despair.
Where are you?
How do you?
Why don't you drink your tea?
Stay with me.
One hundred eight seconds to midnight.
The candle almost burned out. It became completely dark. We were left alone.
Alone.
Alone. It is as if together, but not even nearby or even in the neighborhood.
Please, do not go. Stay with me at least for a moment.
Why don't you drink your tea?
Where are you?
Where are you?

Call me for tea.
Call me.
Call.