Non-Erotic PoetryHalf-moon haiku setPrimitive fog-light
it cuts and calls through thick mist...
but the light passes
tired eyes gaze out
a green-tinted brow as if
at some B-movie
Future's screen is blank;
the devil knows: up and down,
down and up, pepper
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