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The last day of my life

This last day could be seen

would have to be sunny &

in the eyes of the sleeping

full of memories of wine &

animal breathing heavily as she sleeps.

kisses and time flowing easily &

It wasn't the phone but dog's

lemontrees dropping fruits ready to be

snoring knowing what we dare not.

squeezed bitterly & tequila, running gold,

This was the last vital moments

the blood of my veins beside.

& still every idea merged &

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Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.

Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.