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A story of small town
This tranquil、 peaceful town，
Landscape has not changed much，
A majestic park woods in front of my windows，
Golden sun shines on leaves and sparkles．
Dear Edward Said,
What have you done?
What have you done to me
You have torn open my old wounds
Those festering razor slashes
Dozens,
Accumulated over years,
Every time I realized
Our World,
twisting and turning everyday,
with a new surprise,
waiting each and every way.
My world,
surrounded by uncertainty and surprise,
not ever knowing,
if I am anywhere near my demise.
