2016年1月24日 星期日

Dash

Nearing the end of the year,
She starts to remember the last time it happened.
And so a heart clenches every beat, small irregular thumps of pain knocking inside a fragile ribcage.

She is made strong, but no rival for memories like this.
River like this can float you on a good day, and drown you on a bad day.
Today.

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