2021年07月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 460th. week

Swapping spit to her, instead of my left hand, for silence her complaint.
How comfortable in, after violating her grave, he asks.
By rustling sounds of his dress, of a twin brother, to know pull his pudding.
To tell your name to him, the reason this is, a female high-school student you are.
With node swelling and festering, under thin white clothe, in reddish brown.

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