So said luck; (of Haiku)

[thought_thguoht]

Peaked to the outdoors and met eyes
with arch backed lowly, poor-man
eating dust.

The moon hung and quick-trembled,
feared nothing with no big room
for dessert.

Sad. Cold. Hands.

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[lickthiscancer]

"Leave this one, Bob. I like it."

I can't seem to stop re-reading the second bit there...