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leaning against metal railings on the street eating ice cream crepes with high school students and drinking tea alone in restaurants oh god are they looking at me funny am i doing something wrong how about i try to say this word with the right accent will you understand me then looking out the window on a moving train and seeing patches of green and brown and mountains whip past me there is so much beauty i can't take it after arriving at the station with a suitcase and poorly written directions where the fuck do i go now oh but look at all the pretty girls with make up and eyelashes and brown hair and i love the feeling of your hand in mine walking down this narrow street where the salarymen have come to drink their problems away under dimly lit red and white lanterns and the clinking of glasses and beer being sloshed onto the table and the warm warm air that makes my skin all sticky and i think, no i feel, i feel like i've really found myself here.