Yesterday’s To-Do List
Perhaps you have forgotten, this morning you did not even wake up to the usual sound of road workers fixing the street across your window.… Read More »Yesterday’s To-Do List
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Ghost
The windows swing back and forth like they’re in a playgroundThe door slides itself open, creaking loudlyThe water crinkles next to my roomYet the golden… Read More »Ghost
so long that i got burned
you were like my sun, my life. your smile casted a golden shadow and it was serene to myeyes. your bloodshot eyes glistened with burning… Read More »so long that i got burned