2021年07月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 463rd. week

The sent of her armpit, behind the green door, waiting after.
By lost his hand, like a spoiled child, cried over.
After his surviving, like singing the praises of, to love her in his old age.
On waving my chopsticks over for what to eat, also seated between the two pretty, breaking up both.
Of a girl sweating, from the hollow in the nape of her neck, to the edge of her gym clothes.

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