YuHeng's blog

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I don’t know where to go.
There's snow everywhere.
The sun moves
Like a slug,
A black road 
melts,
Bathing
In the mud 
Of luster.
Noon, 
the moon peels,
poked
like egg, made of ivory 
of dust. 
But I only see shadows 
black as snow 
spilling from the piano.