Twisted Rye

Where the shadows wait.

By Tennessee GarbagePublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Jan Huber on Unsplash

Shadows clutch the path,

whispers drift through twisted rye—

fear waits, unclaimed, still.

Haiku Stream of Consciousness For Fun

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Tennessee Garbage

Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)

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Where the shadows wait.

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