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Saturday, June 25, 2005

haiku 2

my eyes are clear now
blind not to see the pain caused
please come back to me
...


twisted the knife moves
I bleed rivers of remorse
soft sound of ice cubes
...


glass breaks on marble
The once sweet smell is sour
I sip from the floor

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