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Jan 15
the sink's faucet drips into its empty metal basin
as the fires from the stoves all burn out
the lights are off
but the glow of the moon
high in the sky
leaks through parted black-out curtains
and it dances along the edges of the marble countertops
there is no sound
only the muffled hum of cars outside
as they drive past
and i lay unmoving
on my kitchen floor.
lua
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lua  16/F/on the moon
(16/F/on the moon)   
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     N, Mikey Kania and Sue Collins
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