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Repetitive emotions
scatter like squirrels...
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Her hair blows softly like the wind
Against my skin so welcoming...
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....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
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Purple was there first
in the thudding darkness...
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Beautifully she flew by night
inside a covered cloud she slept...
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hanging, he plucks fruit;
spitting out the seeds across...
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And in this moment -
as you hum along to a familiar tune...
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writing a haiku
should capture moments like a/the...
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Through the eyes of a child the world is beautiful...
The eyes of a child will always see light...
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When I shall die, in spring I will return
in budding maze of rainbow flowered plush...
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I've built sculptures
out of daydreams...
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Butter cups hold secrets
while whispering dandy's...