haruto
the bitter aroma of coffee spread across the room, burnt toast and boiled eggs kept on the wooden counter, who knows since when,
the immaculate drawings he had sketched on the wall were slowly fading away,
the music persisted, playing from the old dusty radio as he layed on the sofa, half-asleep.
"Itsuka kitto zenbu te ni ireru, Watashi wa sou yokubarina aidoru"
he slowly opened his eyes, a sense of familiarity washing over him as the song played.
all his memories began interconnecting.
he rose, fixing his gaze on the radio, piecing together his recollections,
without hesitation, a surge of enthusiasm propelled him to his feet.
"no way I'm letting go of this one"
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Poetrya collection of poetry I wrote when I was bored. [lowercase intended] started: 30 august 2023 ended: [ongoing]
