I saw a man in the mirror today.
A tired man. Not old, neither worn out, but tired.
While in the bookshop,
An unnerving premonition of hopelessness,
Surrounded my heart,
And I was all alone,
In the relentless coming of the future.
I saw a man in the mirror today.
A tired man. Not old, neither worn out, but tired.
While in the bookshop,
An unnerving premonition of hopelessness,
Surrounded my heart,
And I was all alone,
In the relentless coming of the future.
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