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domingo, febrero 20, 2011

Haiku

1/
What a ruthless wind,
shaking houses, breaking trees,
rumbling in the dark.


2/
Tundra, bright moonlight,
a wind like a dull razor
scraping my face raw.



2/20/11, 1:31 am

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