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Haiku Train



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Thu May 26, 2022 8:21 am
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Liminality says...



And fell to grass dew,
the moonlight, as it appeared
from behind the clouds.
she/her

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Thu May 26, 2022 8:33 am
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NewHope says...



From behind the clouds
We sang old, old songs of hope
To remind ourselves
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Thu May 26, 2022 12:07 pm
Kelisot says...



To remind ourselves
Purple hyacinths embrace
A white flag for tears
I like Gabber. I recommend that you should also listen to it.

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Thu May 26, 2022 5:33 pm
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NewHope says...



A white flag for tears
Scatters through the sky and grey
War horses thunder
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Thu May 26, 2022 11:43 pm
Kelisot says...



War horses thunder
An equus gallops across
Now raise your sharp blades
I like Gabber. I recommend that you should also listen to it.

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Fri May 27, 2022 3:24 am
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alliyah says...



"now raise your sharp blades,"
warriors cheered in war-glee
brave bees poised to sting
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  





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Fri May 27, 2022 3:36 am
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NewHope says...



Brave bees poised sting
As if starlight glimmers white
And broken shards fall
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Fri May 27, 2022 3:51 am
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alliyah says...



as broken shards fall
seemingly from night sky, I'm
making sense of stars
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  





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Fri May 27, 2022 4:00 am
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Liminality says...



Making sense of stars,
light too thin to reflect on
the still lake surface.
she/her

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Fri May 27, 2022 4:36 pm
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NewHope says...



The still lake surface
Crack-cracks as I fall inside
And take a deep breath
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Fri May 27, 2022 7:27 pm
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Starve says...



And take a deep breath.
Of a scent confused itself,
of jasmine and smoke.
  





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Fri May 27, 2022 7:46 pm
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NewHope says...



Of jasmine and smoke;
The tobacco smell of stores
Drive me far away
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Sun May 29, 2022 5:26 pm
Kelisot says...



Drive me far away
To a new place to be at
Fly away with me
I like Gabber. I recommend that you should also listen to it.

beans
  





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Sun May 29, 2022 6:02 pm
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NewHope says...



Fly away with me
Birds on the horizon flock
Into the sunset
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Sun May 29, 2022 7:50 pm
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alliyah says...



into the sunset,
let us walk hand in hand, 'til
we find our flight wings
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  








If food is poetry, is not poetry also food?
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