Some people, I think Are meant to walk alone in this world Traveling the rubble path of life Viewing what should be vibrant In a lack luster fade Through travel dusted, cracked lenses That were once rose hued What was once a happy memory Now disfigured by the water stains Painted onto their lenses By … Continue reading Through the Lens
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