Two Kids Still Thrive, Faithful
By: Aviantei
Some people might say that couples like us
are a dime a dozen in this town. We
know we're not. We aren't like other
people. We are us. We play it cool.
We go out and stare down the
sidewalks, thinking about the people
they are, the people we will be. They
look down on us—a couple
of brats with nothing to do.
We stare right back. Our hands
held together, no matter what
we face. We made our decision:
We live together. We die together.
We disappear together into that
pavement, into the sounds of their voices.
Gah, I almost forgot!
This week is a tribute to Sota and Nao.
The next entry will be another poem about Shibuya.
See you in two weeks!
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