Daily Haiku – 06.07.2013

#0302
My sickly uncle
Coughs up clouds of noxious gas
Killing his lilies.

#0303
A child’s laughter
Is a salve to many wounds
(Not actual ones).

#0304
Ty thought in numbers.
He felt sixteen love, ten fear
And zero remorse.

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