misha9999999

9:28 - the last local express,
my only chance to get out of this mess.
A couple of bucks exchange sweaty hands.
It's quite in this gray metal land of moving quicksands. My gloves are all red,
maybe it's blood of all those innocently wasted
moments that I spent with you. The last train number 282 is gonna draw a long line between points of no return. Even though, I still long for the smell of your hair and the winter cold of your childish morning stare...

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just came back from Philly... went there on business... What a great city. I would love to move
there. it's so old and beautiful and alive...
I wrote the above sitting in the night train
on the way to Wilmington. hope you guys are doing
well, sorry that I have been out of touch.