Low level poetry. Instead of notebooks, bar napkins, pieces of sheet and paper towels, I write down here.

4/28/2012

1st month, 2nd day Water Dragon Year

Friends scarce.
No chat, no gossip in the steppe.
Just listening
this harsh land utterances.
Every word is rather loss.
Uttered by at
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