Napalm Skies
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Last published Thu, Jul 30, 2020
Three 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.
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