Face to face

William Hromada

The mirror doesn’t blink. It holds what I bring — the quiet I avoid, the light I keep forgetting.
I meet myself here, and for once, I stay.

  • Author: ROSHI (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2026 13:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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