http://slow.writerscafe.org/littleguitar94 The original writings of author LittleGuitar94 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041475 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bored, mind going a bit wierd, have a haiku! I know it's not a traditional haiku but i just felt like doing the format or whatever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littleguitar94/670466/ Dorian goes out shopping with some friends. 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