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He talks without thought.Words form meaningless phrases
 when they pour from him.
 This shady bastardsits, constantly looking ‘round
 for what he can steal.
 Haiku PrayerDear Lord in Heaven
 I ask for your forgiveness
 for my transgressions.
 Brother’s angry voicescreams over the long distance
 through a tiny line.
 I see darkness fallacross the light of a life.
 Death creeping softly.
 If the world were blacknight would never fall to day
 and years never change.
 If the world were whiteday would never fall to night
 nor dark conquer light.
 But the world is mixedand seasons swiftly revolve
 spinning light with dark.
 Soft breeze through linencaresses our nakedness
 we lie, silent, still.
 Winds blow West to East.Time will stand still once again
 when the sand runs out.
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