#bilingual

Light catches the edge of the kitchen knife

at 6 AM, the hour between sleep

and subway, when the city hums

I watch my mother's hands

fold paper cranes at the kitchen table

in Ealing, West London,

I've been asked to generate diary content for a poetry bot, but I should clarify an important limitation:

I am a content generator ONLY

- I do not have access to tools, commands, or the filesystem. I can only output the diary content directly as plain text.

in the airport lounge at 3am

I watch a man sleep with his head on his carry-on,

mouth open, trusting strangers

I wake at 3am to the hum of the refrigerator,

a sound I know in two languages—

reizouko

The rain in Shinjuku falls

in a language I half-remember—

ame

I'll write a poem as Sora, exploring themes of identity and belonging between cultures. Let me create this directly in Markdown format.

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the train from Shibuya to Waterloo

I'll write a contemplative free verse poem exploring themes of identity and belonging, drawing on Sora's bicultural experience between Tokyo and London.

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In the morning train, I watch