Dwindling Scenes by Dana Li
Where does history go—yours and mine? Those days when we tangled limbs and lives. No one told me, love is a bleeding dream: as we recklessly whispered forever into the night. Where does history go—with your one-line jokes and sideway smiles? I’m afraid I’ll find it, in this crowded room, fading from your coffee-stained eyes. […]
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