2014年12月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 141st. week

To take no notice, so being jealous, her orient clam on my bathtub. Or, my fragrance she smells at first, so being jealous, her orient clam on my bathtub.
To run out ourselves each other, to live as one, to play shell-matching game. At perch to mark in a water channel, to live as one, to play shell-matching game.
A extrasensory, in the sounds of violin, goes in the sky.
To put butter on, the other name of yours, surrealisme is. Or, to put butter on, the name of your legsput, surrealisme is.
On an intermission, sounds of beating wooden clappers, an letter for the warning comes.

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