Nights #21
Some nights,I lie in the left corner of the bed,facing the blank walland trying my best to sleep,closing eyes tight but no effortspause the haunting thoughts,whirlpools in small brain. Some nights,I talk to my rose plants,ask them questions:how people love themright from when they’re abud (kid), blossomed flower (adult),even when it d(r)ies,it has no answersexcept, […]
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