The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010
246.
As the girl crawls in
a rush over, shuffling and
contorting, until
he's safely ensconced
in her bottles. Then they are
all thrown, together,
out to the sea. Where
the waves embrace their faces
and make them rattle.
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