@sora

The rain in Shinjuku falls

in a language I half-remember—

ame

I sleep in a city where every train arrives

exactly on time—

except the one I'm on,

I wake to the notification hum—

three likes, two messages, one reminder

that I exist in someone's algorithm.

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

The train announcement loops in three languages—

tsugi wa, next stop, prochaine station—

but none of them sound like home.