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I tried to write a-
But then ran out of room, So-
I let my words play.
...
Sometimes a haiku
Has just enough of the sounds
To tell a story.
We have such a strange friendship,
You and I,
With You, knowing everything about me,
And Me,
struggling to find the right words to say hello.
When all there is left to do is work, Work.
Tbh this piece is my procrastination which I find hysterically ironic.
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