2014年04月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 104th. week vol. 1

Like having your foot in the grave, to smash under your foot, on a field of flowers.
A property those who depends on, will want to be swallowed by it.
Snowmelt comes, the invisible men will come, it’s the time of the season for. Or, snowmelt comes, from this time, the invisible man I’ve been.
Smells booze and pee, at the theater for yakuza movies.
To try to assimilate with me, put her arms around my neck.

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