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I wonder, in time
If missing you will hurt less.
Do I want it to?

Lazy Sunday

Walking, nice cold day.
Exploring my town, Ansan.
Parks, stadium, arts.

About seven miles,
Exhausted, then fourteen flights.
Time for a nap now.


Also, they spit in the street here. It's gross. But they don't blow their noses because they think that's gross. Which means I hang around a lot of little kids with snot running down their faces. Awesome.

Last night's haikus

Please, what is this place?
My heartbeat thrums familiar
Drowned out by this place.


Bedding smells like me
Finally comfortable
And so fall asleep


Can he forgive me?
Still berating myself here.
And how long will I?