'Don't they land softly?' The bird breathes to plucked feathers, as they float away...
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note for those unfamiliar with haiku form ~ the lines are 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables ~ loving all the poems in here though, and also love how the themes always bounce around to so many different neat topics.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken
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