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my mind takes me where
i don't always want to go
but sometimes you're there
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................................................................................................................. consider this like a big stack of all my words and haiku that i've left strewn about--- scribbled all over paper napkins, my moleskine notebooks, post-its, twitter, texts, emails, my head, my desk, cafes, papers at the bottom of my purse, my walks-- things tripped over picked up, dropped-- and picked up and held on to along the way--- x c
my dad thinks i write
"yakitori" poetry
{he's an engineer}
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1 comment:
I love this one Chantal, it's beautiful..
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