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You left your boots, of all that you could have left here. 'Tis strange, to feel the sadness, and still be unable to erase the smile you left on me.

Curves. It is a question of light, isn't it, the world wasn't round until a man fell in love with a girl

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Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.

Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.