2020年05月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 401st. week

How being jealous, trickling down the forehead, blood of her.
Cannot anticipate, ducking his head, the master of necromancy says.
Because of approving, into an avalanche, the love going out.
On poetry party, who hangs himself, there is.
Under my navel, to scrape off a few, for washing my hands.

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