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shut the fuck up and listen-
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kranji war memorialWe tread in silence, wreaths upon / Gravestones, where you lie amongst / Flowers unpicked, at rest.
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shipwrecked: a haiku-
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about acrylic: a haikuand all you've left is / another layer to dry, / blue over my heart.
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6 days tillshe reaches for the / buds of / early October / and the night, / well-worn / by comet-trails and mat
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first lettersand I am so, / so, / sorry for the terrible poesy. The / hum / of creating hasn't quite / left me ye
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the second: a haikuyou uttered my name / once, months ago, a question / I left unanswered.
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UntitledI am not a poet. / Who are you to call me one / When all I do is cram out As and / Words that don't
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the first of manythe first tragedy: / in two months you'll be gone - / there's really not much point in staying.
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