she plays me just like
chord progressions; my heart wails
under her fingers
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- six word story: backstage burlesque
- quiet snowflake haiku
- the shine of your midnight eyes
- posers of prose
- among the comets that sleep
- haiku 10.26.11
- rita's haiku
- brown eyes haiku
- haiku 10.24.11
- whisper of a september wind.
- shell-shocked in Sirte
- February 25,1964 8:23 PM
- tanka 10.20.11
- Music Break: Nujabes
- haiku 10.12.11(2)
- last call's captivity
- Books available for sale!!!
- 10 things i got from my birthday weekend
- haiku for her nylons #2
- haiku 10.16.11
- to the beautiful masochist
- overcast wool on a Sunday(for Sagal)
- Music Break: Madlib
- 'you don't need to be a child to have a happy chil...
- haiku 10.12.11
- rock and roll betty haiku #5
- haiku for her nylons
- rainbows of the dreamers
- haiku 10.10.11
- silk and mocha jazz
- rock and roll betty haiku #5
- haiku for a rock and roll betty #4
- lemon sugar
- shoes above south road
- morning lament in a minute
- reclaiming what's lost on Hanover.
- haiku 10.4.11
- sailors of sadness.
- seduction's isles
- hell of the upside-down sinners
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