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haiku for late january
dove-toned pre-snow sky:
i make my night’s nest against
the sound of his breath;
midwinter midnight
passes with silent heartbeat
against his warm pulse.
i make my night’s nest against
the sound of his breath;
midwinter midnight
passes with silent heartbeat
against his warm pulse.
Posted 01/25/11
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