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Emperor Shōwa

Cormoran Lee
2 min readDec 20, 2023

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Photo by Marina Reizberg on Unsplash

Humanity is blooming from the concrete doubts of I told you so.
Tourist beach! Cheesecake pics.. and we nap under the sand of Normandy.
Still, wondering why a flag was burnt this morning upon your chocolate snack shoplifting? Things happened ok, wasn’t my fault.

A little prince, that’s all.
Pearl Harbour anyway, just a joke to scare the mosquitoes off my loved ones’ noses, pointing it was a lie from the beginning, our relationship.
I want what’s yours more than I want you ok?! Here’s the naked truth, my dead soldier.

Medium madafakin script to be liked and I cannot even spell fakin without the brotha that I was missing during the war.
Aqcauntaices sip tea for a Xmas eve throat warm up to sing the national anthem of concretized lies.
It slips down the chords with engine oil, refined from other brothers body fat, now seriously fakin 1% milk is reach compared to the thirst of a January first mashed potato salt I don’t… pray much anymore nonetheless Polish proverbs 5 degrees biscuits, the value of this minute.

We play piano, on a reality show, Japanese teacher touches under the curtain the parts of body that still tickle the same demon to rob a continental shelf and I was asked to edit my story, yeah right, fakin…

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Cormoran Lee
Cormoran Lee

Written by Cormoran Lee

I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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