2019年10月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 368th. week

In red getting wet, after having gagged, on her gagging.
Something like my repentance, being sore in yellow, and hanging down on me.
On the lunch box, untieing the string, in which someone's head.
At the morgue, on today I meet again, a stranger there are.
A maid waiting for, the lost key is, to turn out just as she wished.

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