Mother Moon - Conjugal

First, boots through the snow
Fumbled with the lockbox
Hum and buzz of the heater
Sunlight on the marble, through the windows
Detroit - March of last year
I wish you had killed me
Pigment flushed
Peach to pit

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Mother Moon

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