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Jan Jan 2021
If our tongues were blades,
They'd be hiraeth lulling me to sleep.
An exotic dance, a battlefield
haiku attempt 101
Rylee Mar 2018
Self Love
Should be your First Love
unnamed Oct 2019
Tightrope below my feet
remains poor indeed
this endless metaphor
M Apr 2019
I hover over fractured water
the porcelain compels me to lean closer

"I am not lovable"
M Apr 2019
maybe I'll skip lunch too
Jan Apr 2019
Perhaps we re all diamonds.
Hurt to beauty,
breath-taking eventually.
Jan Apr 2019
So much practice,
no use at all.
I hold on tight,
They still fall.
Bereniké Nov 2018
The mystery
is history.
I solved it
and this is how it ends.

It's not gonna haunt me again.
Aayasha khan Nov 2018
it's said
     "according to the poet"
           well no one actually knows..
this happen a lot of times with my own poems.. its different meanings deciphered by different people. thats all..
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