That week, we went to a kabuki show,
stories of wandering souls
in search of revenge, or lost love.
On my last night in Tokyo
my father comes in
at a wooden gate, wet with rain…
from ‘The Wooden Gate’
That week, we went to a kabuki show,
stories of wandering souls
in search of revenge, or lost love.
On my last night in Tokyo
my father comes in
at a wooden gate, wet with rain…
from ‘The Wooden Gate’
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