Dmitry Wild Poems

She comes up to him…

Hey, how are you doing!
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I got bruised climbing a tall mountain
I thought that the black diamond would be on top,
but instead the crystal
was in my heart
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And we run,
we're always on the run
Seizing days with our eyes
All those days are so alike
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Beautiful people
From the crazy city
Always on the run,
Never see the sun
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I will paint my face
And go on stage
I will impress
And I will dance
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Dents

Why did I put a dent in my heart
Why do I always blurt dirt out
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I set my heart free
Like a 20 year old girl
It will be sensitive to the whispers
Of the wind
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those fanatics kicking the ball around
waiting for someone to make the connection with his will
of pleasing the crowds
the screaming yelling fans
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Nebulas

We are driving through space
All memories fade
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Since 196o’s
The party never changed
the golden days of night
are still alive today
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