When I was picking out haiku Poesytron wrote with the word "love" in them for Valentine's Day on Tuesday, a few struck me as a little less than romantic. So in case you weren't feeling the love this year, either, Poesytron commiserates:
Bliss loves. Blue bell. Some
cries, the left your memories.
Nowhere, sky. More, bag.
Both sport love, loves you.
Foucault, you're postmodern, a
hawk of wind, brown rythm.
Tobacco pipe and
lovers shells, tiny shells on
souls unplucked as is.
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