Luna Llena Poem by Juan dicent

Luna Llena

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There she was
dropping tunes like a Stainway
her last words still in my head
round and round and round
like a tune by Talking Heads
'I'll be back tonite, dressed by the book, in yellow'.
Suddenly the sun rose up
she was silent
like a grave

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