2013年05月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 58th. week A Tumor With A Human Face

To write a letter, the another face on me, a rival in my love.
On my kissing her lips, between her sex organs and her anus, my lower lips (of the another face) crossing on.
Breaking the face, a moth will emerges, and where it will go I wonder.
To tell the truth, on my swindles, he ought to.
To whom Narciss had fall in love, the true self it is.

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