world that bends

April 3, 2014

faces

reflected in mirrors,

surrounded by infinity.

stars fade.

all is night.

through this shadow,

piercing, shafts of light

illuminate the faces,

pallid with cold

and sorrowing, sorrowing, sorrowing

for a world that always bends.

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