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Emotions teem and tangle, crossing wires
with buried -
treasure all unearthed in zealous
pattern by -
shallow hands know not what they
hold in cradled laps, absent of
children's toys while -
bodies lurk beneath.
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I started to hate short poetry recently. I mean, I've always been annoyed by Haiku because there just isn't the space to say everything you want but somehow, this sums up exactly how I was feeling and I think perhaps I should try it more often. Suggestions? And don't be afraid to tell me if you think it's too short XD
