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I used the last dynamite bar to destroy my tower.
But from there I could see the trams that took me to work.
I could believe I was always with you.
All alone I took the veil-wave with so many dynamite bars
That I went all the way to drunkenness.
Where I understood that it`s not me.
Seductive, snobbish, subjugated
Wanted, without make up, set free.
A dynamite bar gave birth to her:
I am what is left:
The rest of unwished wishes, unfulfilled, not gone,
Luliki teaches me to exist in grey
She teaches me read black
And lets me write.
Luliki thinks she is playing a taboo
She takes out the secret, tares it apart, and tells it.
The game always hurts, but she likes it.
And she reads to herself Creole fables,
She grins them, she roars them
And the last dynamite bar
Strongly sweeps her away
Over the tram and over him
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