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Summer Haiku
The sun can’t harm you.
Beneath its stare, still flawless,
I burn next to you.
Your face is lovely
More beautiful in the sun
I made you ugly.
Winter Haiku
My lungs are frozen
Sucking in all of the frost
Breathing out fresh snow.
This icy feeling
Reminding me of your touch
Yours was more frigid.
Chelsie Moreno