2021年01月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 436th. week

Who inquires, a child of the canine to get pregnant, your sin.
Going back to sleep, a script of the dream, for reading again.
Of her skin browned by the sun, kept under her thumb, like white sands are.
Having become a cripple, by my deceased older brother, due to curse.
Dozing off, my mistress at the night, killing her husband for. Or, rowing a boat, my mistress at the night, killing her husband until.

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