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Various Haiku
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The scent of the day's
passing lingers on my hands:
citrus, coffee, you. |
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Highways, streetlights, blur
by; only the weight of you,
your hand in my lap. |
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Sausalito: a
romantic place to be lost.
Reluctantly, we return. |
16 February 1996
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