Will Gibbs


You know the place, this face u knew.
The name is lost, the mind is torn.
A familiar feature, a touch of gold,
A light that glints off looks of old.
A look that smacks of beauty worn.
This face is one that u know well,
The person though, they lost and fell.
Lost their grip they went of track,
To climb back up an inevitable trek.

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