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Harsh Moonlight

Remember me, he said
Her hair falling down in dew drops dripping across 
Electric hair buzzed by emotion. She makes no 
Response with words, fulfills only her fingers
Into empty voids where his spaces once were. Calmly,
Releasing muscled grips
Slips into day old clothes under harsh moonlight
Hushed feet under creaked floorboards,
Closes the door. 


-b.r.rivera

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