Maybe it’s the only way
to pop the dud days of the gone year
like popcorn
yet in lighting a string of firecrackers
hands that survived bullets and shells
still tremble uncontrollably
as if facing a fierce enemy
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
Maybe it’s the only way
to pop the dud days of the gone year
like popcorn
yet in lighting a string of firecrackers
hands that survived bullets and shells
still tremble uncontrollably
as if facing a fierce enemy
1/25/2020 was the Chinese New Year Day
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