The confession booth-
ivory linen conceals
his crimson streaked palms
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Napalm Skies
PoetryThree lines. Less than seventeen words. A tumultuous ocean of emotions. Haiku. The art of saying everything, by saying nothing. Galaxies and universes hide. Behind those verses. The nectar of your soul. Haiku.
Father Hath Sinned
The confession booth-
ivory linen conceals
his crimson streaked palms
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