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The scene reminds me of Chehov's Nina leaning her head against his breast and sobbing, quietly, a presentiment, "my heart's been aching terribly today." She's thinner & & her eyes are bigger: I was afraid that you might hate me. I stood under

your window like a beggar: do you hear the wind? Never mind...

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Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.

Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.