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This haiku is much
longer than your fucking dick
you, craven asshole.
Saying your name was
as easy as you were not
and I never tried.
I never knew what
I should laugh at: your jokes or
this relationshit.
We had the same roots
but that kept us entangled
only for a while.
I longed to see you
but that day only flowers
arrived at my door.
You were in my dreams
where we kissed, fucked, and I wished
I didn’t wake up.
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Athena Charanne R. Presto is the eldest among three children of a lower-middle-class family who refuses to limit herself. An early-career sociologist, she keeps herself wide-eyed with all the wonders, challenges, and surprises of life. She is a lover of simple things and welcomes insights about her favorite things in the world-- Gabriel García Márquez books, poems, Full Metal Panic, Spanish language, low-tier humor, and validation time after time. Send her love at the linked social media accounts in this blog.
