2015年08月19日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 174th. week
The thread snapped, to fall into the bottomless, awaken in my bed.
Being treated with I.V. fluids in, a woman's toes of, bad smell for tasting.
A dish before me, opening to show, a dick is there.
Someone to call for her, even though having an objection to, saying to see you tomorrow.
A calm on the shore, to suck my thumb, trying to know where wind comes from.
composed by them.
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