Written by Emily Harstone | October 3, 2017
Father’s eyes still judged his soul.
Dude, we could be, like, twins.
He could not let her in.
Bryan’s doppelganger stared from museum showcase.
I see the anguish of love
I glimpse your pain, through glass.
Man has always felt this way.
I see sadness through our eyes.
A man looks at two busts.
A reflective encounter changed him forever.
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Father’s eyes still judged his soul.
Dude, we could be, like, twins.
He could not let her in.
Bryan’s doppelganger stared from museum showcase.
I see the anguish of love
I glimpse your pain, through glass.
Man has always felt this way.
I see sadness through our eyes.
A man looks at two busts.
A reflective encounter changed him forever.