2023年05月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 557th. week

On the visiting, my mother with a broom welcoming, typical it's so.
Under a hanging corpse, looking up and bathing, shadow of the moon.
Of the diocesan administrator, one in ten sermons, all a dream ending it is.
Licking my saliva, toes of a woman, into the other's.
After his breaking out, just as thought, tending to self-deprecate.

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