The little poisons creep in so quietly that we can’t feel the death. Share this:TwitterEmailRedditFacebookPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 Comments Interesting haiku! It can be interpreted in so many ways, especially in the way little setbacks in life can accumulate inside you, killing you slowly… But only if you let them… Reply Thank you 🙂 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: Faith in the bonesNext Next post: Evening Elation
Interesting haiku! It can be interpreted in so many ways, especially in the way little setbacks in life can accumulate inside you, killing you slowly… But only if you let them… Reply
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Interesting haiku! It can be interpreted in so many ways, especially in the way little setbacks in life can accumulate inside you, killing you slowly… But only if you let them…
Thank you 🙂