What is it will these girls in Japan?
I cant get that skirt out of my mind;
denim, tight, swaying, and teasy.
I suppose her name was Yuki, and she lives around here, but whatever,
it doesnt matter, walls extend between us in certain ways.
between everyone there.
I started down the street from Magokoro around 3am, I was tired, and sort of drunk
post drunk
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