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Snow falls before Spring.  

Ice laughs amidst freezing air:

the sky’s confetti.



Or torn love letters,  

once smuggled under pillow.

Now bitter on tongue.
ohjamie Sep 2014
One
And 4 years later,

I still cannot find love as

Hopeless as with you.
Encounters with Temporaries:
A HAIKU SERIES

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