Hillary Tries Haikus

It is odd to think

of poems being this small.

Space for tiny thoughts!



brought a bomb dog to Fordham.

He ate a napkin.


My dorm often smells

like a mixture of grief and

coffee. What a place.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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