Haiku from the night of 9th November

widows by windows,
squatting orphans, searching tear
in the dusty road
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a mouthful of words
i puke, they call it silence
They - those artless lives
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dip me in your tea
but free me inside the cup
Let me swim like fish
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just the hopeless nights
sings melancholy of souls
which are called lovers