Monday, September 12, 2005
Shanghai English
alone I lose my grip nothing is real
disoriented strange Ishiguro novel
"When We Were Orphans" deluded
narrator grew up Shanghai English
how any of us know what is world
change grim fact wound innocence
city calls just what will I do there
home nap till four whole day gone
hours exquisite unreadable prose
why restaurant alone cook better
happy with less letting time pass
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