03.02.05

too late

I wonder what his father will be like and as always, I imagine a man who was once a choirboy but that has since turned away. I can�t imagine what it would have been like, to see him cooing away at this little thing in front of him, shouldering his inconspicuous leather bag which contained, of all things, rabbit printed diapers and flower shaped cookies.
They had a language of their own from inside the womb, from the first time he placed his hand on that brown taut skin.
It was only to be expected, that was how all of his relationships began. Why not his one as well?

shi-ou-sama at 11:11 p.m.

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