haiku story... again
looking back, it was
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looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs and ruins my appetite |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs and ruins my appetite dry, aching and sore |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs and ruins my appetite dry, aching and sore give me a downpour |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs and ruins my appetite dry, aching and sore give me a downpour in this drought of love. I wait |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs and ruins my appetite dry, aching and sore give me a downpour in this drought of love. I wait and I feel still. still |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs and ruins my appetite dry, aching and sore give me a downpour in this drought of love. I wait and I feel still. still she is leaving home |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs and ruins my appetite dry, aching and sore give me a downpour in this drought of love. I wait and I feel still. still she is leaving home fledging fleeing flying off |
looking back, it was
crazy as bedbugs to think I'm moving forward but, then again, it's nothing against the backward perpetual flow effluvia runs and ruins my appetite dry, aching and sore give me a downpour in this drought of love. I wait and I feel still. still she is leaving home fledging fleeing flying off innocent first steps |
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