2026年01月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 705th. week

After the orgy, on a remain, getting afternoon sun.
At the bus stop, a streetwalker stands alone, with no umbrella.
If the wind blows, of the woman riding on a rocking horse, her coccyx there is.
The dusk has fallen, to cheek to cheek though, an alien he is.
To make a drastic cut, behead, and make broth.

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