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So anyway I don`t really know why I`m posting this I havn`t written anything like it before so I think I just wan`t to know if it is a poem. Last night I was riding a subway in Tokyo and sat 4 seats down on the opposite row to a women, she was the kind of women who people would just look at and acknowledge she existed, she was middle aged. Anyway I wen`t to the pub an hour later to write up my diary for the day but instead for Sunday the 20th I wrote this:
You don`t have to look beutifull to be so. She sits on the crowded subway men jostle women chat, her eyes are closed her lips pulled tight she isn`t trying to rest. Her smile so feint but more then true, a smile that belongs in dreams, maybe she is dreaming of the man she loves waiting for her at home, maybe she is dreaming of her life as a child innocent and free, maybe she is dreaming of anywhere but this damn subway..only she knows.
I decided to title it subway women becuase that was what it was and the story is just what I saw.