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| By francoise | ||||||||
| 28 October 2006 | ||||||||
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Decided to mess around with this, dont know really, not sure about punctuation, and the last haiku seems abit iffy but enjoyed doing this anyway. As fiction you are Stuck on a fleeting promise To be something real. A paperback ride I stumble on your sentence Read between the lines. To me your words are Lifted and free from all this Love I can't release. So at night I have The darkness to dissolve you Into a thick sleep. But I fold the page Continue where I left you And make love again. And fear the yearning When I finish reading it To want more of this. I can't predict it The last line of this chapter The end of this book. The fact that I am Stuck on a fleeting promise To feel something real.
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