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Blue eyes stare deeply
Lucidly, but not glassy
An ill fated love.
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Deasun T. Smyth
Eighteen years ago… I was born into the wind-swept lands of the prairies – where I regularly fly on dragons and battle goblin kings.
I'm a First Nation's wannabe writer, trying to survive college...
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Another great haiku!