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Behind You

He's an illusion of murky things past. Sometimes light goes through, sometimes he is just a thick layer of uncertainty.

He flickers. Like a faulty projector bulb. He'll be gone someday.


1 comment:

t.a.t.a said...

He will be gone. But the memory will remain.

Selamat berpuasa. Maaf zahir dan batin.