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Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Int.The Opera. Night.

He stroked my hair, playful fingers pulling As though intensity caught him unaware And so I met him at intermission, our lips Partial moons caught in an eclipse A celestial wardrobe of possibilities Folded out the sky, a map of telling The word Caliente written on the marquee In Victorian scroll,... Sign in to see full entry.

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