The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010
197.
You confound me in
soft whispers that braille tender
nuances in hushed
tones which mark, ever
so indelibly with the
weight of your body.
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