Strangers
All of
I know them
I see them
I break bread with them
Strangers all
Images taped on Stalins wall
Some long gone
Some far far away
Childhood memories choking me
These walls
Slowly crushing me
No one sees
No one is here
Alone
Living inside my own deadly fear
Clinging to black and white photos
Shivering, for sure cold and lost smiles
Dreams seeping into wine glasses
Hopes drip slowly down the sink faucet
The afghan, covers me from childhood
Back then I possessed a smile
As I dreamed to love or maybe to die
Vyborg mystic nights, I the naive spy
Lusting adventure and Lena's try
I lost
Now alone, I stare in the mirror
Asking
Who the hell am I?
The stranger and the dead spy
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