― Act 3. Childhood's End ―

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He did, he said so long & then he walked away,

he walked out from that door,

the weird smile that he wore, shiney like brass,

his smile that didn't look like someone living.


His eyes like water in a pond the color when it clears, or something.

He talked like someone somewhere else.

Would cut his speech up into little pieces.

He used to think of little things that didn't matter.

Nakahara Chuuya, Autumn Poem (II) ―

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