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By chris Date: 2007 Oct 20 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.20.22.48.6114]] |
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We lived out our brief life together, it seems, fighting in parking lots lit by sodium and fireflies and passing trucks bound for desert places in different time zones and maybe, at some point, home in a black and white city or by green sea. And when you at last turned your back to me, I was still close enough to feel the breeze and smell your hair, scented with flowers that grew nowhere near here. |