For once, maybe home
will bring me the comfort I
need because of me.
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In two thousand eight, seven (or so) people got together for the sake of getting together. And doing something. They decided to write a haiku a day (or as close as possible) to one another, to the world, to whomever. Enjoy.
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December
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- One year of vomitpassed along as writing, andI'm n...
- Growing Up/Coming Down
- i woke up confusedand angry at the wrong one.come,...
- When did Xmas gofrom excitement to, "How willI tol...
- "happy holidays!thank you for calling the shack,ho...
- All that you give meweighs more than what I can gi...
- it's a brand new daythe sun is shining. i've beenw...
- For once, maybe homewill bring me the comfort Inee...
- waiting patientlyfor the world to end. doesn't.sti...
- people, all the same.they seem to want the same th...
- Tell me the storyin such a way that I canbelieve I...
- Alone, amidst thedestruction outside is aloyal war...
- "What we've got here is failure to communicate..."
- One step forward shakesthe ground beneath me, the ...
- Voyeuristic mindswant to know what is reallybehind...
- accupressure pointsdon't exist for heartache, buta...
- I, disqualified.Bullets in foot don't stop me.Down...
- Peter, there is no dignity.
- what we had was oneof a kind. i can't help ifthat ...
- i am your haikui went to the loo, and satby alice ...
- Crucify all youwant from me, at least let me keep ...
- my custom hell hasjose feliciano;premium headphones.
- The trouble isn't fixing it but where to placethe ...
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