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a haiku of endings

ByKymberlee

moonlit ending

wind whispers her sweet longing
turgid moon shining
my heart weeps with fresh sorrow

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“Since when has sex ever been safe? And, if art were safe, it wouldn’t be art.” ~Joanne Ratkowski

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sunday morning haiku

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squishing worries and other paths to ecstasy

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