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Haiku Eleven

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Death waits quietly

My next breath may be my last

So it must matter

 

Simply put, I am a simple man. I have had 42 years of life on this planet, and I know now that the remainder of my years must be spent writing. Reared in rural Pennsylvania, my mind has ever drifted to vast, distant realms of imagination; of worlds that should or could be. So I write. and I truly hope you enjoy the stories!
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May 27, 2011 Post Under FlashFiction Not-on-Prompt, Poetry - Comments
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