Droplets like marbles,
dropping from the hand on high,
why count them at all?
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James Green
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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This was very profound! Loved your Haiku!
Great Haiku!