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My Daily Tanka Jan 11, 2004
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Tanka Poems mist, the loss
it brings on to me
yet dawn light always
pierces through it to show
how like friends they jump and dance
footsteps
our love that
we signed onto these streets
i still cash the
warmth that we shared
the sleepless nights
that i make the days pay
my heart that complains
of the injustice
the psychiatrist who clinches the best deal
lady in white
under the streetlamp
her cigarette tells
story of her status
the man that pays for it
