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a samurai duel
focus ki into language
strike with a poem
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under couch we find
a spoiled cranberry and
a stormtrooper's head
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butterfly, why dart
from your home? she sighs, replies,
a world of color
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a feigned wilderness
flowers in contrived garden
phantasms of love
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a poem should flow
between poet and reader
as a gentle wave
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serene flow drives me
to find intrinsic rewards
within these haiku
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if you live as a
socket instead of light bulb
then never burn out
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mountain of high road
is surrounded by canyons
treacherous and steep
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this flooded river
we stand on opposite banks
gaze downstream with me
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