Friday, December 07, 2018
False Reflecting Mirrors (or Broken Clocks)
A new day, just like the old day. Same old broken clocks on the walls and false reflecting mirrors. Outside there is scattered trash spinning in the wind and abandoned cars that have run out fuel - no way to go further..
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2018 at 10:43AM,
clocks,
December 07,
Freddy Zalta,
love,
mirrors,
Snow,
Some Poetry,
submission,
time
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