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This is a haiku.
They all are Five Seven Five.
You have just counted.


It's ok to
fall apart.

Tacos fall apart
and we
still love them.


Right?

Also, I'm just a bit hungry...
 Oct 2019 Annatman
Saumya
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 Oct 2019 Annatman
Saumya
existence alone is art
Misgivings
taught,

fallacies
absorbed,

perceptions
formed,

lies
endorsed,

pain
enamoured,

hope
dormant,

meaning­
strife,

decisions
diced,

aimlessness
concise
 Oct 2019 Annatman
Francie Lynch
S/He/It
SHeIt
Sheit
****
It happens.
The name Francie works well with this poem.
I asked him, “what is a bird to a worm”

He looked at me and grinned “Food”

I wrinkled my nose,  “but worms don’t eat birds”

He laughed at my innocence and replied, “they do when they’re dead, and one day they’ll eat you too”
The universe exhales.
  
Its bitter, cold breath
Gently guiding us further
Away from the place where
We used to exist.
  
Constantly pushing and pounding
Such a passionate, violent kiss!

It is our Home that we long for,
But can't seem to find.

So, further and further and further, we fly:
  
Weak and weary, we will continue on
Until the Universe inhales-
And the very last particle of light
Returns home.
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