2021年12月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 484th. week

Heaps of corpse all around though, because the heroine she is, without any trouble on today also.
My new works, hope tossing into fire, a faker said to. Or, his authentic works, hope tossing into fire, a faker said to.
In her amnion, a fetus taking a catnap, she frightened.
By the young widow, firmly held, a red gun is.
Of a pregnant woman, an arc her nape drawing, fascinated I am.

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