Haiku
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Breeze blew through bottomed-out basket brittle, bounding blue shards all over. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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I am no stranger to the dark and maccabre.I dance with shadows. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Sleepless eyes betray even the most well-prepared. Fatigue is master. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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I need a hex girl to come put a spell on me in the dead of night. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Far-out shooting stars, coursing on oblivion, searching for lost homes. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Entropy the great! Killer of the universe.Coming from us all. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Circular motion. night and day chasing away, an endless cycle. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Elbow crook in flex, supportive of baby’s head, warm rest beckoning. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Filth raised up to wall, seeping in stained wallpaper such that never fades. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Blood test prickle-sting, flowing crimson I witness, leaving me brown-bruised. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 