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November 07, 2007
5 haiku 284
In dismantling home,
I felt I made history
in the very least.
In swallowing pills,
I felt like brandishing knives
while reading warnings.
In writing it down,
I felt like details all lie,
and the real story.
In punching a wall,
I don't know — I think I thought
getting through mattered.
In being fine now,
I feel breakdowns are perhaps
dissociated.
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