Muzak a senbun/ryubun
this morning's fading moon hangs on a noose. lighting a cigarette, all of my thoughts are able to hide behind coffeesteam. Sunday comes, but ion feel much holy...
hotel muzak plays to an empty lobby
monotanka (visiting a bathhouse)
not visiting a bathhouse, reading zuihitsu on my day off...another expresso tastes slightly off
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