2019年06月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 351st. week

Blue hairs, lower than my waste, tearing out.
Before bathing, hiding her mammaries, a one-armed woman.
Because of you are, come to kill me, no matter how you will.
Even if babies, awake and scare, at the dawn.
No matter it does, also insects which crawling on the grounds, tagger I'm here in the sound of clap.

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