Tokyo
E
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Lack of air to fully fill my chests.
People.
Shops.
Restaurants.
Roads.
Clouds scratched by fancy buildings.
Temples.
Foreigners.
Food.
Subway.
People seems to not mind a too hot sun.
Cars.
Walks.
Eat.
No sleep.
Man kindly keeps the elevator's door.
Smiles.
Bows.
Thanks.
Souvenirs.
Bu şiiri puanla
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