2022年03月16日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 496th. week
Because of my sudden blindness, squints of my father, only clinging to.
At the fixed time, her husband as corpse, has gotten up.
By the leer, fluttering in the wind, her shapely eyebrows.
Despite his pretty offense, by the stopping the clock, getting imprisoned for his life.
Open the diary, their lost in space, on today the day.
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2022年03月09日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 495th. week
In the night his returning to port, on the finger of his artificial hand, a ring shinning.
A virgin only, herself into a drawn sword, having put.
At a bound, towards Alpha Centauri, as doing a flit.
Same here it's, also being proud with, bruise on right in the face.
For the working overtimes, keeping in place one, of pieces of bread.
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2022年03月02日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 494th. week
Rather than his wife, better having loved his sister, the brush ape is. Or, rather than his wife, better having loved his tubers, the brush ape is.
Of the screw thread, each of their personality, has in this place where there is.
On his lower jaw, engraved the mark of her ring, and fell in love. Or, on his lower jaw, engraved the mark of her ring, and begged.
In blooming out of season, on his dying moments, loved him madly. Or, after his comeback, and , on his dying moments, loved him madly.
In the night of drought, holdin' a dipper, a vengeful ghost stands. Or, in the monde of drought, holdin' a dipper, a vengeful ghost stands.
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2022年02月23日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 493rd. week
My priest invites me, with his five corpses, on the birthday.
Holding out his hand, with big eye, on his. abdomen.
A girl diving into water, to fall in love with, before the time comes.
My master comes, clipping the edge of a vase, to boil the billy in.
In his hair putting on a ribbon, and on his zoris with red thongs wearing, a vampire standing is.
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2022年02月16日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 492nd. week
After getting his freedom, the darkness swiftly flow, in the sea of vacuity. Or, after getting his freedom, the darkness swiftly flow, bred. by vacuity.
In the name of nutritious, faceless porridge, she boiling.
Pi attack under there, cracking his smile only, on the roof he is.
Risking her life, of innocent children, to know their sin.
What resounding, drooly, sounds of a jew's harp.
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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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2022年02月02日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 490th. week
For putting an end to, too exaggerated, a song by her father.
On grinding, Put as the trash, a glass eye were.
Of killing my child, for destroying the evidence, by 4 ton and a half truck. Or, of killing my child, for destroying the evidence, weights 4.5 ton.
The light of day having seen, a dream in past days, a child has drawn as a picture.
In the purse with a metal clasp, one of something, chirping is. Or, in the mouth of a toad, one of something, chirping is.
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2022年01月26日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 489th. week
At the carnival, one of clowns, hunted and killed.
By my stepchild, at her mercy, killing my wife.
A remark of his masturbation, the hollow's void, using there is.
Lying on, a small grain of pears, biting. Or, Lying on, no replay gotten, biting.
Imitating ridiculously is it, even aliens, he preach.
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2022年01月19日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 488th. week
On the day of the forced suicide I said, carry out your business, for my cruel creditors.
In my dream also, biting me gently, a voice of the woman I hear.
Be fallen from grace, to out of spite, the who dropping.
Be at home only, to open the three-sided mirror, put red on my lips.
Children having sex, no sunny, in the room without clock.
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2022年01月12日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 487th. week
A t the other side of my window, on the roof only, getting the sun.
The light machine gun, suitable for Chibi-ta the naughty, almost as if using.
Of the blindfolded, running my tongue along, for identifying hers.
The bottoms of the road, differing inn meaning, the farthest land there. Or, Michinoku region, differing inn meaning, the farthest land there.
By taking drastic measures, getting fired, two of us. Or, by taking an axe to, flying in the air, two heads are.
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2022年01月06日
映画ヲ詠メル
指かさぬ ひびくひと音に 絆されて 咎おうひとと 愛かはす夜
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2022年01月05日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 486th. week
Before to operate, by an injury in yesterday, arched the doctor is.
When it closed, staying there, The door of a hearse.
Because of the onlooker, as out of season, three cheers I feel.
Of my benefactress, in her womb hatching, the ancient witch brought to life.
Running away the fugitive, chasing his tracker, the wife of the fugitive tracking.
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2021年12月29日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 485th. week
His first time it is, at the crossroad standing, for the double-headed man.
Under her ankle, spurt of blood I find, the day comes.
Formally she became my wife, from the our new house, fly and fall together.
At a windmill turns around, for The Impossible Dream, the graveyard spreads.
At the accident site, the wind raging, the bereaved family stands.
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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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2021年12月15日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 483rd. week
About the movie, only praised lately, a child as a bit character.
On his dead, to find fault, with the chaplain.
Reciting a sutra, going up, made a pass, at.
Their long-cherished ambition, after to avenge and attain at all, beginning their fight.
On fallin' my love with, being possessed the evil, once the girl having.
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2021年12月08日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 482nd. week
Into the dumb site, one of Santa Clauses, passing out.
Zipping down, how my faucet leaking, worried about.
Before spring has come, in danger of coming to light, killing a dog for.
In the sky, tow of the nations, a giant rock floats. Or, i the sky, tow of the nations, a hollow rock floats.
Yang Guifei does, pushing through bamboo blinds, and into the gate. Or, of Yang Guifei, pushing through her public hairs like bamboo blinds, and reach her valva.
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2021年12月01日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 481st. week
Because of having his pull, all of them think so, a greenhorn he is though.
In the gate of our school, on the sly, your letters there. Or, in my anus, on the sly, your letters there.
On the snow field, by the back of his shell, A Kappa skiing.
At the path between rice field, laughing loudly, a lifelike doll also.
Swing like a pendulum, for attraction of enterprise, his failing.
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2021年11月24日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 480th. week
Seemed happy, lost his body from the neck, the man is.
For his fall grey, the man nearly die, hanging himself.
Having come yesterday, the man my mother loves, saying "Bad luck out". Or, having come yesterday, the man my mother loves, saying to him "Bad luck out".
At the house of a widow, three of fellows come, putting the bite on her candies.
Who loving the conductor, of the maiden, having stiff on her shoulders.
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2021年11月17日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 479th. week
Not as your master, please call me, as your sweet heart.
To have crucify, at an odd place, his leg there.
A hair ornament on her head, seizing tight of her, becoming a bell. Or, a hair ornament on her head, seizing tight of her, sounds to ring.
On the year-end, how too good-natured I feel, on fat covering of her abdomen. Or, n the year-end, to admire I want, on fat covering of her abdomen.
To go with also, your detest man, ride together. Or, to go with also, of your detest man, following the back.
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2021年11月10日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 478th. week
To go through the darkness, by the lifeline for our ties not, to cause our crisis.
On the tab for stocking, three there, of rice grains.
Crossing the border, we can hear, cheers by children.
Waking up after, being out of season, a pumpkin there.
How curiosity you are, a girl with her mouth turned down, three hours spent. Or, I like that about you, a girl with her mouth turned down, three hours spent.
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