2016年01月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 195th. week

Your cheek, to have forgotten, too having no time.
A box of sushi, hang by drawstring, just as drunken. Or, a box of sushi, hang by drawstring, suitable for me.
Waiting for five minutes, just to make excuse, cause needless offense.
A toad, to apply on her secret zone, a piece of plasters.
Of an ink‐cake to be ground, only a drop, bleeding yours is.

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