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Myself with a Glory Hole
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Utsusemi
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Each morning a wren comes
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A Paulownia tree drops dead leaves
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If only my heart were as it is normally
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A Razor blade rusted overnight
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I sleep alone; throughout the night
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The Spring rain isn't even enough
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In a wide garden peonies open amply
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The Town smells of things
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