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Itaqui 2003-04-24 - 12:27 p.m. a dark apartment in france faces coming and going phone cord stretched taut across the room to the windows... tall, creaking casement windows with thick glass and ancient white paint peeling off the frames... trying to hold the phone so you could hear the bacchanal below. your ear, your voice long distance from Itaqui why you were there and why you called I'll not know. The first I'd heard of Itaqui was when you whispered it in my dreaming. Watching the people in the streets below I wanted to join, dancing there in just high heels because it seemed the thing to do. The souvenir memory to file of this place. I slipped on a long coat, streaming open, and black leather pumps and wound down the stone spiral stairs to the open nighttime air. When I came to the courtyard with the iron gates, you were waiting there. � Pretend it's 10th grade. Leave me a note. eager for some spring fever - 2007-02-20skyrockets in flight valentine delight - 2007-02-15 tacky Easter to you - 2007-02-12 So Monday - 2007-02-12 iBoxed into a technology corner - 2007-02-06
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