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haiku on the cusp of the solstice

ByKymberlee

today at the lake
winter is nigh, the trees bare
the sun a cold gift

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first, you touched my heart i let you touch my body you stopped touching both

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deep inside the womb deterministic chaos is ready to wail

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conferring in the space between the space between

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i believe our souls talk to each other late at night when we aren’t watching i wish i could be a bit more privy to those conversations

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enough for today

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“Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the Universe.” ~Saint Therese of Lisieux Having been sick for a week means that my center of operation has been bed. It’s almost as though nothing in the outside world is real save the birds I hear outside my window and the…