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haiku dump 1 (07/17/2015)
Amalagous spike
sitting white hot in my chest
hurts to know it's love
swilling the stars back
ebbing as the tides bleed through
beer ain't paradise
anonymity
living with no fingerprints,
no children in tow
so thin, so brittle
self-scribed autobiographs
littering sad shelves
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 10:02 pm
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