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Sunset sky
Late leaves fall
as litter flies
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All night
awake
feels strange
I crack
Late flight
I break
I'll change
come back
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I don't know why she never really knew me
I wish I knew why she was so unkind
And why she cut my clothes to shreds so rudely
And ripped the peace cleanly out of my mind
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i hate myself
i hate my life
my fingers close around the knife
my cuts are mouths screaming in vain
as blood mixes with streaming rain
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Hey lonely -
your poem ******.
Read more, get out more,
eat meat or forever hold your peas.
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Nightfall comes
wood smoke curls
as lights go out.
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N E 1 want 2 chat?
No?
'bye.
Notes: I wrote this in several different styles to represent several different poets in a poetry forum. Some are dreamers, one is suicidal, one is a flippant self-styled critic. The haiku poet opens and closes the night's poetry discussions, but a latecomer has the last word. Inspired by the newsgroup alt.arts.poetry.comments
