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December waves high
Gulls born at the edge of see
Wash it all away
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Snow burnt reflections
The air nipping at my nose
Ahh, December walks
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Forget yourselves
A long time is whistling
It is heard once
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pull down to refresh
December waves high
Gulls born at the edge of see
Wash it all away
Snow burnt reflections
The air nipping at my nose
Ahh, December walks
Forget yourselves
A long time is whistling
It is heard once
Daily Haiku 5
Bitter tears burning
Heart calling out, keep reading
I say, I cannot.