Silver Fragments
The History of a Fire EscapeI. The sky was dark.
II. I took my umbrella with me even though I knew it wasn't going to rain.
III. I saw the boy I like. I don’t think I like him—he has long fingers and beautiful eyes, but that is all I see.
III. I saw the boy I like. I don’t think I like him—he has long fingers and beautiful eyes, but that is all I see.
IV. We let the cumbersome silence sprawl across our eyes. It is never used to a foreign face.
V. The fleeting and fragile fragment was divine.
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