2014年01月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 91st. week vol. 1

Though a maggot crawls, waiting for a flog to exit , trees in spite of themselves. Or, though a maggot crawls, waiting for a flog to exit , trees are wondering to walk.
A hand hanging an strap, strange colour on, heartless it seems.
With a japanese giant salamander, to sleep, for dreaming a dream of an aborted fetus.
And my smoking, your language into the shredder. Or, Of which you smoke, the language into the shredder.
Thawing not to be able to waiting for, and floating through, mature hairs do.

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