Written 824 days ago, I barely remember writing it, unthinkable I was on one of my long late night walks:
Through the looking glass
You couldnt find your way home
Its not where you lay your head
But with whom you roam
Pick up the glass and you will see
What life could offer when lived with me
The distorted refractions of light shown through bright
A new reality
the old one dissapears from sight.
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