Untitled by Wanderer

May 2014

Untitled

I don't know this place
This face
Anymore

A sudden drop in lighting
Temperature raised a few degrees
Lines of sorrow on a face
Once lined with laughter

What's become?
What's become of me?

Written by

Wanderer Between Midnight and 3am

(Between Midnight and 3am)

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