A cold winter night,
Brain strands lost to the brisk wind--
The mad world just froze.
A round golden coin In my palm,
lies so heavy--
The metal of kings.
Haikus
Ethan Seidman
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A cold winter night,
Brain strands lost to the brisk wind--
The mad world just froze.
A round golden coin In my palm,
lies so heavy--
The metal of kings.
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