2018年11月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 344th. week

By washed hair, the name of colour also, having forgotten.
On her left hand, the scent of roses, and a black lizard.
Even her mascaras, broken to pieces, just having over.
On the ice, flipping over of a wooden door, being drowned.
A farewell letter there, to hold out softly, with the amulet.

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