625 – Frontiers
The thin blue line kept growing every day.
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624 – Migraine sutra
Tiny iron teeth
Gnawing at the roots
Of a single purple rose
Within my head.
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623 – Refugees
I never really liked the color blue. Not for any particular reason, it just feels…wrong.
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622 – Enemy
The man was nothing but a blur among the shadows of the garden.
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621 – Kabuki
Delicate wings
Of silk kimonos,
Flutter
In the autumn breeze.
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620 – Kodachrome
Small time capsule,
Held between my fingers.
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619 – Monsters
It was a dark and stormy night.
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618 – Zen Track
Silent rhythmic mantra
In the morning light.
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617 – Responsibility
“I screwed up really bad, didn’t I?”
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616 – Simple pleasures
A cup of fragrant tea on a cold winter night.
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