2024年06月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 652nd. week

A fatal wound by him though, the mother insists, the ricochet it was.
In the political situation, to disfavor, as playing a trump card.
Talking impudently, to her daughter's place, putting on lipstick in black.
An ice bag on my head, raising from his early age, Adam in there.
At the lighting rod, spilled beside there, belly button lints.

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