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Oct 2019
nothing will be sold today. the rain comes and
no one will see the neon signs in the mist.
the cities of steel and glass
are merely sandcastles at high tide.
helplessness, our human nature.

still, no worries,
in the minds of children, soothed by
their mother's sing-song,
or strangers sharing their first meal –
yi is cooking ramen for everybody,
while the finnish girl just finished her story
about her grandfather and his eleven siblings.
it's a beautiful day.
GREETINGS FROM TOKYO!
Kat
Written by
Kat  23/Cologne
(23/Cologne)   
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   guy scutellaro, Fawn and Fix
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