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Shine rising sun
for I come
to the home
of Fugi San
Put on the ink
in rice paper, sinks
Write my name
in Katakana stain
Can I begin
to spend my yen
Live kabuki dreams
in kimono seams
My fashion escape
Hello kitty and Bape
All the exclusives
That elsewhere are elusive
I smell the sea
as I sip green tea
Eat sushi rolls
and white rice bowls
Entertained by way
of anime
Enjoy my sight
of Kana lights
Small spaces
Cartoon faces
Clean rows
Harajuku bows
Traditional hearts
Modern parts
Big city buildings
Small town fieldings
Innovations
Bullet train stations
Decadent tea houses
Old sun nostalgias
Temples and shrines
Bowing lines
Sliding doors
Tatami floors
Public bath showers
Morning glory flowers
All the decor
Blooming in fluer
Umbrellas and fans
The beauty, Japan

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Words of Nefie

In this complex system all that’s simple is vision; you see what’s right in this complex life.

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A swing in her dress
A tap in her heels
All the trappings are meaningless
when her song comes
Free as a bird
High as a moon
She’s no longer a robotic being
but more like liquid
Easy as breeze
Flowing like air
She sways away in perfect motion
to a new beat

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I want a nook
where I can clean and cook
go outside to enjoy flowers and a brook
lay in a hammock with a good book
blow in air like laundry on a hook
and everywhere I look
another breath is took

Words of Nefie

Here’s hope that the spirit of Venus takes over the spirit of Mars.

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Come back to the world
for you’re my girl
Remember, my dear
you are here
Whoever had you before
doesn’t matter anymore
They have lost this race
being too far out of space
Can you grab your thoughts
and put them in a box
that is labeled “me”
since I am what you see
It is me you should love
no matter who you to be above
You are here with me aware to care
so there is no reason to go back there
Come back to my world
and stay my girl

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The whirling wind blows
The cutting cold nips my nose
I look down to white washed concrete
I hold myself to fix a fire
But, the clasping chill takes me
I put up a fierce fight
but fall to the frosted night