Non-Erotic PoetryStolen Lightat the full moon
as it rose in the red smog
to watch over the skeleton
of a factory abandoned
long before her birth.
She wanted to pluck it
from the foul sky
and keep it in her pocket,
but moons are fickle mothers
who ebb into nonexistence and vanish
in the harsh light of day.
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