lamp - haruka nakamura
it reminds me of the cool breeze by the ocean.
of the empty streets in Sapporo.
dried tears on cheeks that chills and pull on your skin
walking, walking, a lot of walking. hands stuffed in pocket, heavy coat.
street lamps. water puddles.
peace, really. no wild thoughts. no sadness.
just numb
and silent
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ok goodnight now