They are leaving
Through my dirty windows
I see the shadows in the distance
The sound of footsteps disappears in the silence
And a voice lures me
To scream out my tears
To return into my madness
To forget everything
To hang my soul on the washing line
My heart to stop the earth
To put the sun out
The End
Saša Milivojev
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