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magdalena
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I wish there were one around here.
I keep wanting to just go out and be with...
lol, I had this all thought out and now I forgot. Damnit
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werewolf
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fell asleep at the open cafe, dreams passed by like they had destinations, around the corner, following the sound waves of a honk or a taxi drawl. inside me continents drift together. peripheral suspicions are released from my core. old flames cinge me, but she wants much more. women, fire and dangerous things crowd sleep's foreign shore. i awake to the smell of coffee and the rustling of leaves. it's as if i just missed her.
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birdmad
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Just as well that night way back in the murky recesses of my past that she caled and backed out of our evening plans.
The Italian restaurant tucked away in the middle of the city with its own garden view, patios and fountains.
The unreasonably warm, still weather collapsed like a giant who'd been kneecapped and what passes for winter took one last icy stab at the city with a stiff cold wind ebbing and flowing...scouring everything it came in contact with
i went anayway...but only as far as the maitre d' so that i could cancel my reservation for a patio table for two
he looked grimly
"The weather, eh?"
"I wish it was just the weather."
Knowing look, sympathetic. He'd been there or he'd seen it all before
And while time would reveal that she spent that evening warm in someone else's arms, i drove relentlessly in circles throughout the city, windows rolled down, absorbing as much of the chill as my flesh could bear.
if i had made one more circuit of the route i tracked around the city i would have worn my own groove in the pavement.
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how tragic. boo hoo.
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Bon Ton
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sitting in the open cafe
the world buzzes by while the argentine sun beats down on it's prostrate worshippers. I am completly still absorbing all I can.
They are baked a golden color as if king midas came and gave them all a light touch. The coffee here is better at McDicks then it is in Second Cup at home.
Paradise but for poverty.
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Bon Ton
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sitting in the open cafe
the world buzzes by while the argentine sun beats down on it's prostrate worshippers. I am completly still absorbing all I can.
They are baked a golden color as if king midas came and gave them all a light touch. The coffee here is better at McDicks then it is in Second Cup at home.
Paradise but for poverty.
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