I heard somewhere that Haiku's are supposed to convey imagery in a unique and piercing way. In that sense I don't think it really did that, but that's not to say it was bad (at all).
I'm not an expert on Haiku so I won't review, but it certainly had a pang of emotions very familiar to me from my first day at uni. An eloquent thought.
I rather thought she now stood further away from her end of the counter. In her mind I was no doubt shedding ugly on her desk, she had to get further away. Sneaking a peek at my zits (I'm sure she did), she hands me my mail. The word international flashes in the air: I get international mail and your job is to hand it over. Thankyou. Make-up from overseas.
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