This poem is dedicated to that red streak of hair Ran wears that make her special. Enjoy!
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 2:
Akameshu*
Oh crimson red trinket, you fit my mood,
Like a butterfly in the morning breeze,
As millions of lechers fall to their knees
And try to really change their attitude
In one day. Fair trinket, you cure the rude
And heal the heartbroken of love's disease,
And your name whispers across cherry trees
While its pink blossoms denounce being lewd.
Dear trinket, please forgive this gal of crude
Behavior, and try to seek mind of peace,
From my Shibuya to Pacific seas,
And towards holy lands of abundant food.
I'll purchase you now, and I'll take you in;
I'll wear you in my hair all over again.
*I've never written a sonnet since high school, when was that, 4 months ago!!?
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END CHAPTER 2.
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 2:
Akameshu*
Oh crimson red trinket, you fit my mood,
Like a butterfly in the morning breeze,
As millions of lechers fall to their knees
And try to really change their attitude
In one day. Fair trinket, you cure the rude
And heal the heartbroken of love's disease,
And your name whispers across cherry trees
While its pink blossoms denounce being lewd.
Dear trinket, please forgive this gal of crude
Behavior, and try to seek mind of peace,
From my Shibuya to Pacific seas,
And towards holy lands of abundant food.
I'll purchase you now, and I'll take you in;
I'll wear you in my hair all over again.
*I've never written a sonnet since high school, when was that, 4 months ago!!?
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END CHAPTER 2.