A small section for some random ass haiku:

Beyond my small mind
A figure eight laid to rest
Never forgetting.

Pulled in like a tide
Then loosed with an angry mind
The moon cares little.

Haikus are supposed
To mention seasonal things
But this one does not

A woman climbed up
Upon a high precipice
And thought about it

Snowflakes always fall
They are made of water too
But differ from ice

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