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End Haiku
The sun is frozen
and my eyes are pointed ice.
Someone has to know.
Weather falls in heaps,
blanketing the ground I walk.
I don't think it's fine.
The siren is slow,
it is broken and injured too.
I loved music so.
and my eyes are pointed ice.
Someone has to know.
Weather falls in heaps,
blanketing the ground I walk.
I don't think it's fine.
The siren is slow,
it is broken and injured too.
I loved music so.
Published 28th Jan 2014
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