I haven't written in forever,
that's hyperboly, but still,
so this is a little something,
to brush away the dust
and cobwebs.
  Mar 2018 A Cup Of Sunbeams
Skaidrum

You have never once;
lost the translation of love
in the moon's phases.
Of the haiku series
viii. oaths from my pheonix

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  Mar 2018 A Cup Of Sunbeams
Skaidrum

*My wolf girl was a
lantern among the sea of
ash & the afterlife.
Of the haiku series
vii. to: wolf girl

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  Mar 2018 A Cup Of Sunbeams
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vi.

*The first lie that my
mother fed to me still tastes
like expired love.
Of the haiku series
vi. flesh & sacrafices

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  Mar 2018 A Cup Of Sunbeams
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v.

*We look back to how
we orchestrated our love
in those polaroids.
Of the haiku series
v. "him"

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iv.

*Tell me where to sell
my soul, and I will meet you
there; ode to myself.
Of the haiku series
iv. odes & suicides

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*Full Lakota moon,
unzips me from her **** &
dismantles this love.
Of the haiku series
iii. spells

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