haiku de viLLe
Sunday, 10 July 2016
trinkets idolized;
unadorned by the symbols
of one's affection.
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I can hear the train Whistle, and distant rumbling, Makes me feel lonely
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you think i won't leave, your anger like a prison. freedom: happiness
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the hole by the fence and the absence of barking suggest i'm dogless.
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