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Branislava (Dusk)

At the dusk, autumn attacked the quay
Park swagged in yellow
Like an old dressed up gay
In the corner of the Main and Danube Street
She walked right into my space
Vibrant, like a candle during jubilee...
Shadow with her eyes
 
She was a bloom... No, that's old news
We're all Masters of the World when we're twenty six
Our city was her personal atelier
Great movie was in making
She was one of the only three wishes I ever had
 
She was coming up with sweet designs for others...
More like decorations... In colors soft and warm
For herself cutaways of rough materials
Lectures were worthless...
She got herself onto pills and Janis Joplin
And first packets from those Fallen Earls
And she listened to my story skeptically
For her, of course, that was totally off-key and pathetic
Basic instincts...
Love, jealousy, yearning and ache and stuff like that
Horror... Pathetic
 
At the dusk, it suddenly got cold
I heard long time ago she was taking drugs...
I wasn't surprised
At last, the big show was due...
Ladies and gentleman, shabby collection for scarecrows
Story ends with the needle...
Darling, that is a great model you've made
 
But I stood before life with a shiver... Disheveled
Like before the firing squad at the dawn
And I'm afraid... Unchanged... While bullet travels
But I fight with my destiny... Hugged
Like two fools on the road
I know, bloody medals are on my coat...
 
Tell me something about pathetics
For me, all your saint are poor little heretics...
Tell me something... Or don't?
 
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