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Apr 2018
Hold my hand
as we wander through this cold city
Exploring thrift stores,
sipping the golden aqua of tea
Inhale the musty smell
of old books on shelves
and feel the different fabrics
beneath your fingertips
Admire the vintage cassette players
from the 1980s
and the imprint of Michael Jackson
on vinyl discs
Let’s go back in time
far from the present
I’ll go wherever these wrecked buildings take me
As long as it is you
that I bring
Asyura
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Asyura  18/F/πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡¬
(18/F/πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡¬)   
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