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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 357th. week

To insert my finger into, cotton wadding like bowel, my pillow held.
Knocking on a door I heard, on Sunday morning, at 9 am.
Binding her hands behind, a woman holding a gun, the silencer.
Even for his dearest wish, abandoned halfway through, castrated he was.
Drawing hisself up though, by broken the clockwork of, his right artificial hands is.

composed by them.

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