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Thank you postcard, thank you

Would you prefer Latin over Greek
And take responcibility for falling bottles of wine
Spilled over the ground that’s not yours
And never become space of you
You believe too much, believe too much in yourself

Calling your moneyshooters and hitmen
To speak the devil of you and claim the highest
Of low
The lowest of oppurtunities and wisdoms
I wished your wisdom

Wish one: become you
Wish two: become more than you
Wish three (last wish): wish you away

No news bullitin or acclaimed ‘interesting’ interview
Can differ my mind
Although you try so hard, with thousand hands
But my palm closed as ever
Ever as everlasting

I liked you, i liked your card