2022年02月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 491st. week

Of his hatred, never going off because of, the father possessed.
An insurrection broken out, a crown officer pretending not to see, to go an escape jorney with.
For as binding of Issac, two virgins barred in, into the cage.
Artsy-smartsy he is, can't drawing he thinks, her fingers cut off. Or, artsy-smartsy he is, for ceasing to paint, his fingers cut off.
Hide-and-seek on they playing, from the top of a tree, three cadavers of them hung down.

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