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I fold my poem
into an intricate rose
still she has no scent
first attempt at a haiku
 Apr 2014 agreenthrow
CH Gorrie
Her novels were full of everything you:
passive hopes; a burned Matryoshka doll
(Gorbachev); two fist-holes in a wall --
here's an epilogue: indelible, true.
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