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+ | Japan, don't make me fall in love again. | ||
+ | You know I have a soft stomach. | ||
+ | I am not the same man that you remember. I've been scorched by light. The light of the sun, the light of knowledge, of love reflecting from the ice. | ||
- | Hm | + | Today you were good to me. You know I have a weakness for compassion. |
+ | A cop in the police station saw me fumble with my phone and insisted on directing me to the nearest Ramen restaurant. A man in the Ramen restaurant insisted on buying me a noodle refill - A gesture for a foreign student friend, he said. Again the hair on my arm became an attraction. I still find it hard to understand how is it that you shun from hand shaking, but have no inhibitions for feeling someone's arm-hair without asking. | ||
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+ | </poem> |