Staring at old photographs by flickering lamplight. The fog of the California valley rolls down the street in thick slices. The right-angle light of street lamps act as sentries through the decades. Bruised lips and a broken nose belie those lifeless eyes. I nurse faded feelings back to bloom. Bittersweet cherry blossom frowns after midnight.
12:14 a.m. - 2018-01-16
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