(china has one without any, i didn't think it was possible until i saw it, and then i did and it looked like every other, just on a slant. Funny, i found traveling to be such; something familiar, just on a slant).
hummed and haa'd for a while, frustration pushing others out the door; this isn't all that new to me (though i'm always learning), i just felt some need for another kind of method.
(kind of like this one, in a sense).
got to thinking while on that saunter, one of the few tragedies of time + place
how beautiful he looked in the moonlight with that old chunk of metal and its colourful strap, among a slew of other things, too perfect for paper (it would seem)
How these impressions are bestowed only on the street, away from any reason to apply
trapping feelings unless burned...
because i was on that street the thoughts be gone for ever
but
had i not been there i never would have thought them at all.
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