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A new day a new haiku
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Every possession Entraps you and enslaves you You don’t need this stuff
Deep down in the pit My yearning churning stomach I know I’m toxic
Strains of an old tune Carry me back through the years I feel just the same
As the days fly by Something is eating at me Could I be more free?
I feed on your death And turn it into poison A love parasite
From the misty fells To the fairy dells Hiding among the bluebells