Monday, May 30, 2011
It was the end
She tried to erase his reflection from the mirror for deep down she knew that it would tell the truth, The sadness in his eyes when he looked at the rain was like the one found in the eyes of those who look at the moon from the windows of the trains, a sadness of someone that has seen an ash cross in a door and knows a soul is lost a dream is dead. and she knew then he knew. It was the end.
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