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I'm trying something new in order to make another change to my style of poetry; I'm writing something, and then writing that in senyru, getting used to using less words and images. I want to learn to articulate. The original piece (below the senyru) is also going to be me trying to be concise. Two separate pieces, same subject... We'll see how this works out. 
Chamomile burnt my lips,
and I ignored the rusty taste on my tongue;
I’d added too much honey again.
I watched the sunlight stream into the room,
just barely missing your sitting spot:
it lay in the dark, a corner of the couch
that no one ever sat in anymore.
I took a sip and wondered if it was lonely.
I rested my mug against my sternum,
and wondered if I was lonely too.
Senyru version:
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Chamomile-burnt lips;
I think of you in between
each sip, lingering.
I think of you in between
each sip, lingering.
Thanks for reading!
-Coral-
