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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Haikus

Snow on a Friday
is like antibodies
after I am dead.

When shadows are the
sky, it needs to cry, and we
do if it doesn't.

If bricks erode with
droplets, than what can we do
with our mixed voices?

Cemented chalk-dust
licks my throat, and I reach for
flowing glass to drink.

My sunshine kiss was
meant for you, and two more and
all that I could give.
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