Collected Haiku #46

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you do not know me
even though I do not change
I change every day

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monarch butterflies
seem majestically harmless
'cept badass toxins

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if you search for me
I'll never find the real you
in jungle of me

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emerald sea glass
hidden under driftwood, now
in palm of my hand

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my tempest draws near
enthusiasm typhoon
calm I of the storm

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now you've discovered
my meditative prison
now you will escape

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pandemonium
placated with ethical
determination

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virtue is not a
vulgar transaction, rather
a vital action

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trust is the mortar
between inconsistent bricks
no wall stands alone

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