Broken toy

I've felt the urge to love,
to ease the burden of emptiness.
Felt it not as a hunger
(as once though I would it be)
and not as a unending thirst
(as sour my throat was even still).

I've felt the urge to love,
unbeknownst to it's power.
It's subtle, overwhelming
power.
But for once, I've felt empty
of the always trice damned
emptiness.

Once
I've even felt a beating.

Was empty of emptiness
but empty was I still.
Loved, voraciously. Loved.
And if the emptiness left
it didn't welcomed anything else.

Then, for a while
I drift. And longed.
Until I found my real filling
in emptiness.


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Onishiroi Shonin