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a haiku before serendipity

By Desmond Kon

fuck this shit, I’m gone –
with that, buick and trophies
left too, lights intact

call me in donghae
make it matter, you said cold
to the touch, gold chains

downloads, games, sadness
both fridges stocked for three weeks
marker stains, whiteboard

contact me there, you
make it matter, you wrote, cold
to the touch, gold chains

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