The countless faces
I have fall upon, mean nothing.
The distinguished aromas,
To me, smell the same.
...
What is there to do
When everything is gone.
What is there to say,
...
I saw your face again.
As if nothing had happen.
We were friends again
For a second at least.
...
Just forget about my house of mirrors,
Forget about the images you have seen.
Forget about the trust you once had for me.
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