Framing the Pictures
Framing the pictures
I’ve never seen these faces
They used to be familiar
But now they are but a memory
Where did the time go?
I thought I knew you
I thought you knew me
But my soul has ruptured
My time has come
I have nothing left
But broken glass
And fleeting spirits
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