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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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on this side of the mirror

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

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love remains [ode to a man whose heart is too big for tight spaces]

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bricolage project day 13 [jungle]
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bricolage project day 13 [jungle]

ByKymberlee

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ByKymberlee

The randomly-chosen word of the day is open and comes from Slut Lullabies by Gina Frangello.  I was working as an intern for Emergency Press at the time the book was published so I have a copy of it which still sits unread on my shelf.  That will be remedied in the coming months of rain ahead. The…