2024年07月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 659th. week

Of a excellent person, on the middle o his forehead, a small red hole is.
Ohmus hear, by the woman in the dunes, panting voices.
A child drawing on, for a blackmail, wasted papers.
Rice from my meager earnings, on rinsing three times, cut my finger.
With the pale face, in the emergency vehicle, you here.

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