2016年05月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 214th. week

It would be nice I hope, from the depth in your pupil, a hand extended.
Three toothbrushes to string out there, what is the family like, you think.
As the night goes, no cats moaning even if, the city is there. Or, as the night gets old, no cats moaning even if, the city is there.
For being frolicsome, by her fingers in red to put on my lips, a broken nail of.
The rosy‐cheeked, to polish by sleeve and bite, a vice he has.

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