2004-12-28 : Svet : the way

still wear your t-shirt still smoke by the window beyond it, the moon whispers low yet, now i'm alone; i have burned all the bridges you asked me to stay; i moved on. calling too often, waiting too long too plaintive was cry of a fall my fall's given up and i see through the glass a film of a grey loomed all over. wise blizzard will cover my misery, frightens, will stamp it with silver and white i'll plate stupid tears and will open the window i’ve chosen the way; i’ll move on. i'll let sober air to invigorate me and show me more bridges to burn and then when you're here you will ask where i go there’s no any doubt: i move on.

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