Jan 2016
My falsehoods of smiles that are but broken
Glass shards of reflections that are meant to be.
But the opposite of what is glanced upon, I
See what others never sense my sadness.
Glass shards of reflections that are meant to be.
But the opposite of what is glanced upon, I
See what others never sense my sadness.
(On Oblivions Doorstep)
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