We paint a lover's tryst.
We're neither clear nor descript.
We kept it safe and slow.
The quiet things that no one ever knows.
Haiku #14
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Photo by Alef Vinicius on Unsplash
My mother lives on
every time I laugh - her voice
cracks against my teeth.
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