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June 10, 2007
5 haiku 230
Paced until I sweat.
Made for an interesting take.
Pulled a neck muscle.
Sick to my stomach
and trying to separate
conflicted causes.
Associations
so hard it's still your July,
3am, date raped.
I could only love
you like an untrained teenaged
Florence Nightingale.
We lay in my bed
to Hounds of Love on vinyl
and watched the sun rise.
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