2020年01月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 381st. week

Of my younger brother, for clearing up the mess, on the ground placing my hands.
The place, in where no one there, a robot goes.
With the nurse, to melt and flow, becoming birds of feather.
Wanting to hear, from the father, how to have stolen his lover.
From the day, in the rain having gotten wet, an empty box for pizza.

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