So, it may be that you were right
And I shouldn’t have been insistent.
It was a question just of one night:
All the closest became the most distant.
Now I want to find myself
In the middle of nowhere
Or just live in the depth of my cell
If no one is going to share
Such a life. I want to breathe in
And forget all the things that had happened.
But you’ll always be like a pin
In my heart which now beats so rapidly.
5/02/14
In the middle of nowhere
© Copyright: Маргарита Медведева, 2014
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