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Apolyptica Haikus


Why so lost, Pera?
Pale eyes search your confusion
I watch you in sleep

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Skinny, scrawny, pale
A smile lights the whole kit
Child drummer man

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Flushed cheeks, vacant eyes
Where do you go when I'm close?
I'd like to miss you

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Finns emerge from water:
If that's the package _after_
Shrinkage, then I'm scared.

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Soft lips and soft cheeks
Shut eyelids cannot conceal
Your playing passion

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Kasia, Paavo is
Many things. But crunchy is
Not on that list

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Smothered in PB
Covered in oils and nuts
Paavo tastes crunchy

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You break your cellos
Lick your shoulder, eat your hair
And are swooned over

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Strained wood glows orange
I wonder if it's from heat,
Or lights, or your lust

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Max's movements may
Remind you of Lurch, but he
Plays like an Ogre

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Cat thin with bare arms
Perrtu has mood swings to match
His feline instincts

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Tinted glass can conceal
Your sky eyes for now until
Perrtu breaks the shades

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Stubborn, strong, and wise
I snicker at the `tude `cause
You got perty lips

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