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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2021年06月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 459th. week

Innocent how she is, because of making light of, by her read my mind.
One and all, left me alone, go to ashes (as ashes).
The first train waiting for, a woman sitting next to me, wailing.
Of fellow countrymen, reporting conformation of their safety, the night tonight.
Of my colleague, get sooty on his back, same as him it's me.

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2021年06月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 457th. week

For Rappaccini's daughter, before summer's income in, only a gadfly flies to.
In the morning mist, vanishing out under slow motions, boys in the black leathers.
Got only romances, the dentist to ignore, in the sky fish flies.
At the brothel, one of the barmaid. a bride for my father.
After the increase of their capital, only the staff of the billing department, a company resigning their posts. Or, after the increase of their capital, only the staff of the billing department, a company getting their ills.

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2021年06月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 456th. week

There used to be, his dead child had ruled, a kingdom for the king's.
The mourning for him, she cry, run and chase the birds.
In the factory, like getting swallowed by, with the sea of stripes fulled.
In a muddy place buried, I perceive, with a river snail i dreamed.
By the roadside in the highway, a corpse there, of the lunching convict.

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2021年06月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 455th. week

Don't you know, under the smile of a little girl, a innocent lie is.
Their hands shivering, the summoned corpse, not to reveal.
On my waking up,, with an utter stranger, on a private compartment.
After her bating, by one of her ex-patient, happening to visited.
The baits is their previous existence, lowering their lines, two of haiku pets there. Or, the baits is their previous existence, lowering their lines, two of cripples there.

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2021年05月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 454th. week

Of a torioi driving off birds, driving away the elderly woman, caught in a trap.
To attend him through this night, coming to an end, need to five big candles.
With the double-headed warrior, riding on, the necks I see only. Or, the double-headed warrior, wearing around one of his neck, the other head.
At the landing of the stairs, like with a little girl, having an affair secretly.
Of the songstress, behind her back, her garter he stole.

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2021年05月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 453rd. week

Not able to multiply also, old women appear, in the song following on.
On a full-length mirror, the ghost of a girl, her clothes taking off.
The reason him forgiven, a cat drowned, extricating because of.
In the hollow ship, on a journey I dozing, having already passed three years.
By a muddy stream, them of double suicide lovers, swallowed and come between.

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2021年05月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 452nd. week

Of an abandoned nation, in the note by a princess, his name noted.
Three days ago, under the white cloth, livor mortis emerged on the body.
For puritans, socks in black, a child not be suited.
An footpad does, bothered not at all, (like) a mother cat looking down.
In zoushigaya, where the raccoon dog who lives, fall in love and go. Or, in zoushigaya, where the raccoon dog who lives, beg and go.

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2021年05月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 451st. week

By two woman there, starting at a shadow, grown an elderly. Or, two woman there, starting at a shadow, by an elderly.
For my folly, standing by idly, feigned laughter I heard.
Whenever we come across, running away under cover of night how when and where, he says all the time.
Someday somewhere she said, from today the reality, running away for.
With an apron and ribbons, putting on, under the sunshine in the boys festival for him.

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2021年04月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 450th. week

Rolling run how it is, had killed by, an eye of the guru. Or, rolling run the ring, had killed by, with an eye of the guru.
Also your supremacy, after all is said and done, by using her sexual charm.
Over the cosmic, instead of an oar, setting up my recorder.
On the night lights, hanging out and play with, regard moths she must.
As a sacrifice, one of the artificial limb, at outside the mosquito net. Or, as a sacrifice, one of the artificial limb, as out of the loop.

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2021年04月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 449th. week

In the cage at last, chipped of his left hand, ring finger.
The anniversary of her death, a garland tumblin' down, and a sneeze here comes. Or, the anniversary of her death, a nose ring tumblin' down, and a sneeze here comes.
Get tired and ulcerate, a butcher falling down, on the feed for pigs. Or, after groaning sound noise, a butcher falling down, and being as the feed for pigs.
Of Yang Guifei, public hairs of brush, said by.
The diva, like looking up at, cherry blossoms fluttering. Or, the diva, in the night looking up at, cherry blossoms fluttering.

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2021年04月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 448th. week

A square even if, drawn by Giorgio de Chirico, a cockpit maybe.
I dislike the reason why, in his pocket having change jingling, the habit he has.
To nick in a blade, like having a feeling envious of, the demon in Kurozuka. Or, to brake my tooth, like having a feeling envious of, Kurotsuka the demon.
As a way of passing time, looking down a beggar, with a streetwaker. Or, as a way of passing time, looking down a beggar, prostitute myself as a streetwalker.
In the twilight, floating a tofu as hiyayakko, on a goldenfish basin. Or, drunken in the darkness, floating a tofu as hiyayakko, on a goldenfish basin.

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2021年04月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 447th. week

For skewering him, in the night looking up at, the lav where he there.
Because of his sinning, like smudging, melting to pass away.
He and she, two of them, die variationen uber ein thema von.
Of the sniper, only his frivolous nature, kind of annoying for me.
On a day for his celebration, taking that opportunity and, peeing himself. Or, on a day for his celebration, taking that opportunity and, making a bad gaffe.

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2021年03月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 446th. week

That is hers, in a chin of the leopard, tearing up to know.
About some lost articles, a few of, I recall only.
From my back I hear, sounds by a carving knife, how heavy it echoes. Or, For my husband, sounds by a carving knife, how heavy it echoes.
Against the rascal, laying a false charge, for cherry blossoms in the spring.
A carcass of the bat, on the pretext, teasing by the blood.

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2021年03月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 445th. week

With a leaf of the cucumber, in the watermelon patch, a kappa I wonder. Or, A tooth mark on a cucumber, in the watermelon patch, by a kappa I wonder.
His pole, supporting by my cleavage, in the night with shame.
And with my thumb impression, by two red lines crossing off, extinct you will.
A fatherless child, a letter the crazy lady threw, knowing who she is.
At out of the window, on whose cheek gazing, crimson blotch there is.

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2021年03月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 444th. week

Of Tsukuyomi the moon god, casting a shadow for honoring the memory, on the lake surface. Or, of Tsukuyomi the moon god, to throw himself for honoring the memory, a shadow at the lake you find.
In giving her a bath, illegitimate my child she is though, warmth of her breast I feel.
For taking my temperature, having holding in my mouth, your tongue. Or, for taking your temperature, having holding in your mouth, you should be lay down under my.
By his jealousy, only nagging around her thighs, a naughty dog he is.
Of her fiance, her head on the arm, no his infidelity she found. Or, of her fiance, her head on the arm, for his infidelity she cried.

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2021年03月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 443rd. week

A maiden standing with the tree, at the left end, variegated leaf is there.
Not be washed away even by muddy steam, he was the man but, the quicksand has eaten.
The fall day has come, with the devilishness burning herself out, having pledged with because of.
What my concerned about, because of not having seen, a female mantis does.
At least my only child, could not help out on yesterday, Que Sera, Sera singing.

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2021年03月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 442nd. week

How persistent, twining itself around mine, a tail of the lizard.
Without even water, in the desert, lying down together.
Giving his guidance, solemnly it's though, pseudo paster is.
The party under the cherry blossoms, also a few of scales in silver, secret ingredient for the drinks.
Lost the white cane, to be awarded the crown of laurel to, a blind stands.

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2021年02月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 441st. week

Being impatient yours, in an earthenware jar under the earth, ambitions like.
With liverleaf, a sneeze here comes, under the sky in this spring.
To pursue birds, a woman persuade I should, losing sight of.
An woman has a tail, on darning a sock, looking around.
By spring thunder, my filth on the collars I find, trying to lick. Or, so spring has come, my filth on the collars I find, trying to lick.

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2021年02月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 440th. week

A creature, a girl accompany, wet by blood also.
In an abandoned house, with a scrotum, thrown away it having.
Your koto, saying I want I want, an octopus dancing and.
To the movie screen, turning his back and smiling, a faithless boy there.
Visitors from countries, to buy as their souvenirs, the things like a granite rock.

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