Haiku 1-5

Diamond Sea

The glittering sea

Waters deep enough to drown

The sea that is me

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Soft, Like a Rotten Apple

His smile is soft

an increase in entropy

a rotten apple

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Turtles All the Way Down

Freedom in escape

Though distraction is a cage,

but a bigger cage

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Blood

Is my blood still red

As I pour it on a page?

Or's it black like ink?

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On Death

No more tomorrows

Nothing left but matter now

No longer exists