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Mar 2020
You remember the fire in black and white
Like an old movie
How the pictures on the wall burned
How they crumbled to the flaming ground
As if descending into the inferno
The fabrics singed,
The kitchen had fallen apart
The stairs to the second floor had collapsed
But the glass-eyed look she gave you
Was the only thing in colour.
lua
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lua  20/F/on the moon
(20/F/on the moon)   
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     lua, lms and Amanda Kay Burke
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