(work)
by Melissa Allen
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what do you mean, you can’t read my handwriting? oh, fine then.
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black ice
the splinter tries
to work its way out
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Red Dragonfly
haiku. poetry.
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what do you mean, you can’t read my handwriting? oh, fine then.
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black ice
the splinter tries
to work its way out
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That’s why I love winter – in summer, the splinter would work its way… IN
Hmmm, interesting observation.