

HAIKU Iflowers on your hat find your way over the bridge, glide home, to the starsHAIKU I
There, he lay, longing slowly awaiting sunrise 'cross my universe
Metamorphosing from cotton to laced dresses a dream forever
springtime in my room the blooms they unfold, they dance in collective light
balloons, music, drums the marching band on the streets viewed from my window
Morning

MisterMister sat on a wooden floor drank a cup of August rainfall Thin and frail, mister would often crawl weep of candle wax and oil. Gravity on his back, he wailed in his sleep. Would watch seasons pass through marble eyes, through liquid dreams. To the neighbor's surprise, upon opening the door found lying on the wooden floor are dregs of sunshine and a bag of Mister's bones.Mister
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CHRISTINE
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