yoshida bros post
i am flying
down cherry blossum
scattered petal lanes
blurred kimono
bright blue hue
from the corner
of my mind
eh's polish red forest
weaving in and out
red leaves scattering
as i dart around knarled
and wisened trunks
of ancient forest
into the starry nite
screamming down
Seoul city streets
empty and cold
nb's roller derby
i passed on
not letting
anything come
between my
sense of
what u post and
my response
ur thoughts
cyclon
thru my head
and spill
out onto this page
life and all its
simplicity
and immmenccce
complexity
pops out onto pages
like a canyon
full of
water
over the eternal
fall
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