![Unnamed](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/6ad08245fbab3b026c4de256a53f4858.jpg) |
Indulged in instinct of a time rattled place Evading clasping claws of the raw rat raceSpinning web, twining walls, collecting fallen leaf lace.Fallen..
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![Observations](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/f3c4a422521091909a35a6f1078961b6.jpg) |
The line betweenPre death and post deathIs an unloved and faded thing.My mind lives in the pre death days,Thriving and bloomingIn the warm limited sun..
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![Mother](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/53e991ec1aed28e989fc8780e3ae63e3.jpg) |
You induce me to liveWith your windy concern,When timeis all I ask for.A book. A bed. A machine.I was born into bonds,A family of relationshipsHidden ..
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![Haiku Three - Grandfather](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/05b596e5a36560a3965420292df99198.jpg) |
Faded Pictures ofAn army pass, Mine is theMan I never knew.
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![Haiku Two - Bees in Love](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/c830904f20748982b8369c1208fac5b1.jpg) |
Bees hunt for pollenLike we hunt for love; sweetlyAnd with great passion.
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![Haiku One](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/b0c5f30e3d77ca23803868962f416c51.jpg) |
Sweet peas cling safe, byTendrils. Fresh and graceful asLong awaited rain.
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![Crow Wood](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/127559eb654959d967af740414090782.jpg) |
I had never been there before
So your presence comforted me.
Down the mud-pie bank
And up the other side,
My green wellingtons stained
Brown up..
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![Unnamed](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/cc30a06d7fdfbba4198e9548f1453836.jpg) |
I've reached the end.The unavoidable point in lifeWhere realities crashUpon us, like angry waves.I regret my laziness,I regret my fear,I regret so muc..
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![Teapot](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/7f70b431a5a13a1b7eddb94eee52812a.jpg) |
I clutch at the brown paper bagWith the care andgaietyOf an archaeologist,Having just excavated a rare bone.It could be a fish, in the bag.Bubbling an..
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![You In Lieu](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/87f45003e98b6b9121afa668c6b577b5.jpg) |
My skin is crawling.I can feel the patches on my bodyWhere your lips moved.Cold and stale.I can taste you in my mouth,Smell you on my breath.I turn on..
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