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playdate haiku

ByKymberlee

red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip

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a haiku of sorrow
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like a thorn on aging skin

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today

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I see the Past, Present, and Future existing all at once before me.” – William Blake Today the crocuses opened to the sun like a lover. Today the sun kissed my skin sweetly. Today I ripped muscles and danced with joy. Today I took exquisite care of myself. Today I stayed warm and hydrated. Today…

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He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.

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violent devotion

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