You tell me
A man is lying in a wooden box.
I did not know him.
It's been an hour,
The only thing i know
Other than that he is dead
Is that the sky is crying.
And i shouldn't care
How coincidentally beautiful that is,
And i shouldn't believe
That He is real Today
But i think maybe He is.
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Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
