Movies
In the shoes of concubines and slaves,
would I survive when life is taken away?
two nights of heaviness.
Raise the red lantern
In the falling snow
she clings onto sanity by
disowning her sanity.
12 years a slave
When hopes are setting sun,
no lights to be seen,
he sings to believe and to live.
Write
The fog outside is the silence
in my head. The reflection staring back
is the blur at my sides.
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