Dean Young

‎I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry, 5-7-5, but now I want a russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping, another 75 of what you think staring at your window.

‎I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry, 5-7-5, but now I want a russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping, another 75 of what you think staring at your window.

– Dean Young –

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