girl in shibuya





shibuya crossing is smaller in person

I feel like this place stretches forever

yet shibuya crossing is smaller in person


every building stacked on-top of each other

high and thin


I came out of shibuya dreaming of the high life

and 700 dollars less


salarymen sleeping in the train on the shinjuku line

I barely get to the hotel on time

and I fall asleep with my arms scratched up and bleeding

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