Haiku I
Bruised paper marked words
black and blue swollen intent
sharp-edged stabbing truth.
Image by Giacomo Galli c. 1620-1640, "The Penitent Mary Magdalene" (Public domain), via Wikimedia Commons
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Friday, January 23, 2015
A letter does not blush...
Haiku I
Bruised paper marked words
black and blue swollen intent
sharp-edged stabbing truth.
Image by Giacomo Galli c. 1620-1640, "The Penitent Mary Magdalene" (Public domain), via Wikimedia Commons
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