How can you say such hateful things and then be loving the next moment?
Haiku for dark winged raven. haiku in title and below: uncommon that gold is found in hate, too. Lapse into mud. Tree weeps loud.
By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
you sew gold filigree in my face
“We are so happy”
Eat it up.
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