Mysterious Old Woman
Last night, I dreamt of a woman… A coward shaky old Woman, The meadow of Rusty, Wrinkly, Flaky skin… Dusty debris under plenty of folds, Bulging eyeballs in a well of darkness, A soft...
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In Memory of John
I don’t know John. In fact, before that day, I didn’t even know his name. For me, he was just a front desk guy of the office building. A routine life is like a...
