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Haikus

March 22, 2014
By Motherofpearl GOLD, Paxton, Illinois
Motherofpearl GOLD, Paxton, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write? -Rainer Maria Rilke


New earrings feel like bee stings
Leaves stick to my feet
I still want to be someone

Coffee cup stained with red lips
Cigarettes burn soft
His coffee is black as night

Sad faced soldiers, such a clash
from the dresses that
we shop for now, but not buy.

The sweat dripped off foreheads
Bent over notebooks
School lets out at three-oh-three



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