Daily Haiku – 13.11.2013

#0689
The whirr of air con
Is the purring of small cats
As they fan your air.

#0690
You’re risking your life
Every time you step outside.
(I am a sniper.)

#0691
Her spit was acid.
Her blood was molten lava.
Which made her tetchy.

#0692
Thomas Terrorist
Hated everyone that he met
Until he met you.

#0693
In my bank account
There is a single dollar
Begging for siblings.

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