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She returned quickly and with double the rage, a slap in the face for ever having doubting her.

Tokyo black in Tokyo cold…and I’m Tokyo trashed now, feeling Tokyo old.

“One more time,” she said. “Let me use you.”

“Would that I could, remove you for an evening… Would that I cannot… despair.”

Zero words, 385 minutes.

And I never forget, it is my curse – a haunting, which I am the ghost of. I don’t know why…I’m too full of just becauses.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences Comments Off 9 February, 2010 Tags: Tokyo