She’s lying on the asphalt.Her small belly, her chest,herThe girl’s father lies next to heron his back. The backpack he wearsstill has the girl’s favorite candyand a small toy.The girl was waitingtill they arrivedto eat her lollipop.The cat gets closeto try the flesh;a bomb pounds the street.No flesh, no girl,no father, no cat.Nobody is hungry.The moon overheadis not the moon.
The Moon
Mar 01, 2024
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