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Haiku 055/365

all in blue, she types. writing different archetypes: —The lovers who swiped.

The wind is whipping, long gusts, wish I was trippin’ I feel it on skin.

Can’t seem to fake it Nausea and a headache Alive since I woke.

The cats sniff the rose a bouquet is still intact nothing spilled over

I’m still yearning for something in life to achieve It’s not over yet.

Let me show you these— Take you to the Pleiades. Our love could transcend.

Black hair and blue eyes She had me hypnotized. I Left before it died. —a memory of someone I dated very briefly

What am I doing? Can’t seem to remember much Feels like wasting time

Shuffle in my seat Head down, headache on repeat Truth slips past my teeth

Spring time should come soon Snow has lived and left no room For warm days are brief