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Six haiku are here,
I wrote them so carefully,
for you to enjoy.
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When nothing exists anymore...
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Wrote this a year and half ago, still like it, though
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An older work of mine, about someone I long ago forgot
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An ode to Dostoevsky's Underground Man
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Parked by my homestead, staring straight ahead, listening to Radiohead
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She rains as snow,
sticky, a freeze,
and stings my face
as the hill slides, stiff,
windy flakes,
drop sideways,
a reason to stare
down...
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A love that never grew
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Oh this would be a happy day!
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Loneliness...
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