“Summer”
Crisp air Less definite now those brittle breaths have passed for another year summer air its humid mass presses down on limbs unwanted no movement until autumn
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Haiku 16: Coffee
Sing me dark songs with A voice of ash and heaven. Wake me from slumber
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Will Vigar 
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