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You're No Metaphor

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Asterlia

Published: Dec 8, 2014

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Don't be arrogant,
You don't smile like the sun

Hell has no sunlight

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I thought of this last night before going to sleep and thought I'd write it down. It's been a while since I've done a haiku.

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British-Prophetess

Dec 11, 2014

Hi there! I've chosen you as the 24th person for my 200 Comments Project Challenge. Basically I'm giving comments to 200 different people in a time frame within a week :D (Big Grin)

And this is the reason why I pretty much despise arrogant, especially when they have a smug grin upon their face all the time, lol. For a haiku this is very straightforward to understand and I really like the blunt tone to your words too. The last line is awesome and it packs a punch

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