




And now, some haiku. Because I feel like it.
silvery light flows
over my pillow, drowning
me in darkest sleep.
the city awakes
in my mind. I travel down
many avenues.
shall we dance, upon
glassy wooden floors, to a
heated samba beat?
They flit around so merrily outside my window, looking so innocent. But I know that really, they're watching my every move, and planning to hit me over the head with a large steel pipe and take my shoe.
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