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suicide

Haiku #3

Hands thrust into clay Buried deep, squirreled away Life's spent force subsumed

Haiku #2

Overhead birdsong calls Inside my thoughts are screaming Life's winter over soon

In the wrong place?

Blue river flows Just below the surface Fingers brush gently The choice life or death.

The Cost of Living

Who said you're dying, don't be so daft! We know you still can do some hard graft Can't you sit still an hour and lift an empty box? Then up off your ass and pull up your socks We don't... Continue Reading →

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