Reflections
As buildings fall
they crash
he's running free
she hides her face amongst the past.
It haunts the very thing she keeps
Alive
it seems to cut;
The broken dreams
Remembering-
What separates reality.
The trust has lied so many times;
can't take a chance,
It makes no sense-
In the Reflection
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