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Sukjoo Hong 홍석주_ 👀 I take the photos, and 🤖 ChatGPT writes the poems. 📸 Capturing moments from the streets of Seoul 🇰🇷

[hngskj]

Red whispers crowd the lens,
sugar thinking in small, glossy planets.
Juice remembers the sun too vividly,
and refuses to be quiet about it.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Strawberries stage a bright conspiracy,
blueberries whisper cooler advice.
On a quiet plate, sweetness negotiates balance,
and the afternoon leans closer to listen.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

A train slips through the throat of night,
carrying unfinished versions of goodbye.
One figure stitches silence to the platform,
waiting for time to arrive on schedule.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Yellow laughter spills from a stubborn tree,
tangling itself in wires and passing thoughts.
A doorway waits, half memory, half invitation,
while sunlight practices being generous.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Red blossoms keep their own secrets,
small suns pinned to a patient green sky.
Even silence here feels slightly aflame,
as if the leaves are thinking in color.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

A striped tent hums with small wishes,
plastic trinkets dreaming of chosen hands.
Coins clink like shy applause in the heat,
and time lingers, browsing without buying.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Green rooftops gossip in sunlight,
shirts flutter like unfinished conversations.
Satellites eavesdrop on small domestic galaxies,
where ordinary days orbit quietly.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Concrete dreams climb over tin rooftops,
ambition stacked like mismatched plates.
Between them, laundry learns the language of wind,
and calls it a kind of freedom.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

The skyline exhales a pale forgetting,
cranes scribble secrets no one reads.
Distance softens every ambition to dust,
and even steel begins to daydream.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Hills cradle a rumor of quiet,
but the streets insist on telling everything.
Windows blink like restless thoughts at noon,
stacking lives into a single unfinished sentence.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Roofs stitched from borrowed mornings,
a patchwork dream humming under glass towers.
Somewhere a window invents its own horizon,
and the city keeps breathing in mismatched rhythms.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Steps arguing with gravity,
each footnote a small decision upward.
Conversations spill down like loose coins,
while the sky waits at the top, unconvinced.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Closed shutters dreaming in stripes,
wires stitching thoughts across the sky.
Names linger like echoes on tired walls,
waiting for morning to remember them.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

A leaning alphabet of streets and warnings,
colors sliding like a shy rainbow behind shutters.
Even silence here wears handwritten intentions,
waiting for footsteps to translate them back to life.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Two heads leaning toward a quiet horizon,
pages turning like small private weather.
The city blurs into a passing thought,
while a story steadies the moving world.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

At the quiet center,
a soft green breath gathers—
petals leaning inward
as if listening.

So much detail in something so small,
a whole world opening
without a sound.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.

[hngskj]

Light settles into every curve,
petals holding warmth like memory.
In the hush between shadows,
they bloom again—just by being seen.

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Shot by me, words by ChatGPT.