| in the evenings people put a kettle in the windows,
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| often watch TV
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| write blots in letters,
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| and I put on a warmer jacket
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| walked towards the center
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| along the city alley.
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| broken thoughts,
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| in the lungs the smoke the wind became stronger
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| the rain became slanting
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| headlights seem to get brighter
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| lit a cigarette again began to breathe more often
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| uneven step trampled the asphalt
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| hiding hands in pocket
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| I looked into the distance without emotion
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| looked at the napars leaving their days to their boulevards.
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| I believed the dream and didn't want to wake up
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| she will hug in bed next to the morning,
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| damn how it all started
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| just a meeting about the past and didn't stutter
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| for clothes, a grater, a fur coat, boots for autumn,
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| now they live with a boy
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| there toshi boshi,
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| then I vaguely remember the fifth finished
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| apparently she didn't forget, apparently I didn't forget
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| Fuck you! |
| Yes go you! |
| Do you fucking need it? |
| These visits...
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| You are fucked up, in kind! |
| You are not friends with the head! |
| Welcome success with champagne
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| muffle the mountain with vodka.
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| I woke up with a text like "come out, I'm coming close",
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| well, the fuck got up and got ready,
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| intercom button,
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| I lit a cigarette standing near the house
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| "sit down, let's go." |
| blindfolded me
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| for about an hour she pressed the gas pedal,
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| walked for 15 minutes
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| took off the bandage: lake, fog, candles and champagne,
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| pillow cover, crystal glasses,
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| yesterday he shouted in rage "you got me",
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| there are no letters in the language and she is silent, smoking a cigarette
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| "I'm sorry" squeezed out of himself somehow
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| dryly drained the glass to the bottom,
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| into a fist as if my heart began to shrink
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| broke the silence "it's time for us to part" |