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Friday, January 13, 2006


I have mastered ancient chinese (japanese, so sue me) art of Haiku
eyes of ocean,
behind the facade, kind soul,
my one true divine.



missing you, never knew,
a girl without a mother,
my memory fades.



the saliva drips,
from the fangs of hunting wolves,
catch mice for the whelps.


Lament to the moon,
sing softly my brother wolf,
Sleep and Dream of Moose.

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