Bluebell Haiku
For my grandmother and her favorite flower
By Chloe DaltonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Blue petals unfurl
In the garden, a hidden gem
Beauty in blue blooms
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1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
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