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Zerda Vulpes Feb 2014
I've sewn my heart together with thread made silver 'lone
The blood that dripped from my lip and deep within my bone
It swept into my mind like a dainty little dancer
But the thread made no sound, and still gives me no answer
Instead silver wrapped around my waist like a metal corset
And dares me not to breathe, so now every breath I force it
Zerda Vulpes Feb 2014
Haikus are not special
They can be quite awkward though
So, poem: Pointless

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