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Blanket of snow, hm.
Snow is cold, but blankets warm...
Interesting phrase.
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I hold a fondness for those olden tabs. Fog one's view like frosted glass. A bit more concrete, a bit less abstract. Like you could grab & hold it in your hand. Beautiful and yet time marches on.
Wallpaper now lost to the ages. Pink pony sits, corner of monitor, I seek the image out, none quite match. Perhaps one is. Perhaps I’m misremembering. But I saw her every day, surely not...
Games shuttered or altered to fit. Companies close doors on childhood dreams. On fantasy roleplays in animal games. Discontinued, deceased, detected and detained. Even the software it was built on could not last.
Crashes echo in my ear, a grating note. Display its last moments until a restart. Lingering frustration, this always happens. Played with the distance of current memory... Why does it no longer feel so bad?
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Staying up 'til one,
I have school tomorrow, but...
Just a bit longer.
#poetry#haiku#my haiku#i love the quick nature one can craft a haiku with#especially with the jacksfilms jingle etched in my brain
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Rows of blue, black, grey. Why is men's clothing so bland? Guys need color too.
#haiku#my haiku#gender norms#poetry#i step into the mens clothing and i feel a wash of grave sadness overcoming me#anyone who buys from that half of the store: how.#how???#i found one hawaiian shirt with a sick pink blue yellow triadic color scheme#a spongebob ugly-christmas-sweatervest#and those were the only decent things in my size#i got the shirt#maybe my taste is just tacky idk
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