George Xu is passionate about tea, philosophy, literature, magic, and dragons.
I see a dirty glass window
Of an old little store below,
From our flat across the street.
I stare and wonder on my seat
On the events that took place,
Like solving a mystery case.
Are those stains a way for lovers
To send each other their verses?
Or suppose those smudges were there,
Made by somebody in despair?
Whatever happened in the past,
We can only guess as much,
The possibilities being vast.
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