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For the want of food,
she stole a bright red apple.
Twelve lashes cut skin.
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Thief. She was cast out
and did walk a lonely life,
for the want of food.
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Famished appetite
not restricted in her gut.
The heart, too, craved things.
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Alone in her head –
conversations with herself.
Wanting drove her mad.
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She fell on a blade.
Smiled as she bled, for there are
no wants when you’re dead.
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Haiku poetry by Monochrome Nightmares and Poet Rummager
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Speaking of wanting, I’ve wanted a beanie hat of frost for awhile.
Guess what?
I now have one, and it’s made in Canada (yay!! no sweatshops!).
To check out how cool a frosty beanie can be,
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!!** Fly models the Sundog…
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