EmptyHead
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Father of four who writes occasionally at three or four in the morning.
Writing
Le chocolatier
There’s no other sweet for me / No tutti fruity and certainly no cherry peach parfait
his thirst
his thirst / always first / I burst
Like perfect plum blossoms
My wallet contains / not one thing
Dark sweat
Sweat falls from my face / as I run in the dark / to escape / the blinding force / of her passion
The panting
the stench / his breath / no more
Sake again and again
Inspired by Yamaoka Tesshu’s Songs of the Way
