Mcadam Ramos
Joined July 2022
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The end of the world. She heard his voice again. She turned away. Found the back empty. Question - The camphor garden on Hengshan Road. The cramped, chaotic space is filled with the pungent smell of tobacco and the din of human voices. She looked at the wine on the table. A clear glass. The clear liquid is like blood watered. The feeling you leave in your throat is sour. Flood in the bottom of the stomach, but like a cluster of flame burning.
By Mcadam Ramos2 years ago in Fiction