I can't see my hands;
the fog is heavy and dull.
My failures greet me
with cold kisses to the heart;
I will never become me
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Inspired by this post by Wil Wheaton: http://wilwheaton.net/2016/03/so-distorted-and-thin/
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Tanka Collection
PoetryTankas are like haikus but slightly longer, for those with slightly longer attention spans. Syllables go 5-7-5-7-7. Tried to intersperse the serious and the humorous. Originally posted on my blog. All photos used are mine, except when noted.
