Haiku
I Gaze at the coal black letters
the words look so real
as if they were palpable
I guzzle them down with hunger
sputtering out the lines
I murmur the haiku to myself
then I get a thrill of hope
I hold the words up to my ear
and I hear them whispering to me
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