December 15, 2016

Haikus · 1


Let's go back to bed,

fingertips touch, breaths in sync,
and dream the same dream.

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As we kiss tonight
we'll think about the people
we drink to forget.

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I still can't drive down
one hundred and nineteenth. It's
too close to your house.

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My throat still burns from
screaming your name in the dark.
Please come home to me.

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