Yesterday I did not tell you that I could no longer return to the page. Yesterday I did not let you know why even the wet tears caught in my window's broken glass could not hold me back. Yesterday I did not explain to you why my hand never trembled once as I signed the contract of heartbreak. Yesterday I did not make you understand why, having lost love in the present's canvas, the memory-screen of the past has grown dim today. Yet after everything, what rings true now... Against the faded backdrop of distance and wounded pride, the snow-white morning that once blazed bright is today nothing but a greasy evening!
Greasy Evening
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