Rejuvenation Falling to cover the Earth In order to cleanse
I usually write horror.
How does it work?
Reminds me of Taylor Swift's song, Clean. Beautiful Haiku!
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Sparks begin the blaze Flames dancing everywhere now Ash is what remains
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when i read back my poetry it screams “me, me, me” on my screen in bold letters and i can’t shut it up — most days, i cannot make any other words out; i want to throttle a thousand versions of the me gone by, i want to throw myself from a figurative balcony, i want to sink a sword into every pen i’ve held
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Reminds me of Taylor Swift's song, Clean. Beautiful Haiku!