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Poetry — Inspired by Asian Kung-Fu Generation’s music and my time in Japan
I take the train to your town
Buildings with pastel colors
like unlimited gelato flavors
Color the horizon
I hang onto the bar
And think of the cold rush
Of icy sweetness down my throat
And coating my lips
I step off the train to your town
As the wind caresses the leaves
I feel like they whisper your name
Like a poem written in sunlight
The leaves beckon me onward
And the flowers of your town
sway in excitement as I walk
I explore your town
Which is full of secret nooks
And sideways streets