Haikus
By xxcoolheart •
hot summer air
slowly creeps in-
the fan surrenders
in a corner sits
a quiet little mouse-
debating the trap
why do i feel as if
nothing has happened yet
even though i continue to breathe
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June 20, 2010 23:42CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART
ohh these are great