Daily Archive: August 19, 2014

Badboy Haiku

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I could just imagine huge orange Tsuki standing in back of another cat when I wrote this. Such a pretty mottled kitten

What is wrong?

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  What is wrong, that I pulse staccato? Finding no peace in a manuscript of words. What am I forgetting that eludes me? Fingertips edging a shell of fleeting thoughts. Darkness soothes my… Continue reading