In the dimness of days end,I glimpse a reflection in the glass I do not know who it was, but he seemed familiar, forever lost; the memory of this face haunts me like a word on the tip of my tongue. Soon forgotten for another face for another day so many faces there have been. All that remains is just a familiar reflection in the glass at the end of the day.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
In the dimness of days end,I glimpse a reflection in the glass I do not know who it was, but he seemed familiar, forever lost; the memory of this face haunts me like a word on the tip of my tongue. Soon forgotten for another face for another day so many faces there have been. All that remains is just a familiar reflection in the glass at the end of the day.
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