on writing poems

haiku

By Tess V. FlairePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Neverending climb

Looking down clouds smiles stars fears

Looking up words words

surreal poetry

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Tess V. Flaire

PhD candidate in linguistics trying to creatively vent out the frustrations of academia. I write about travel, philosophy, and occassionally other things that pop into my mind. Sometimes I dabble in fiction.

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Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago
Cool! I like it!

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