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Thunderstorm
Anticipation. Great dark swells of scorn and hate I wait for fury. Wasnt exactly sure which catagory a haiku would fit under but hey give me a break, after all ...
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The Lie John Bowlane
You remain silent and unseen. Nameless to my lips but i cannot hide the scars you left. However much so i wish i could. These tears do not cry out ...
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Life's Competition
Copied from one of my earlier notebooks. I wrote this in fifth, possibly sixth grade. Are those tears from your eyes or the love of the lies? Did I win? ...