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champagne over water just at the final edge of sunset, snake-charming by cell phone coincidentally, we both happen to live under the same sky, the same bruised color of Hollywood at twilight, indigo to the north to the west, champagne over water here at the ultimate spa where deal-makers go to die saw you and nearly stopped, but then what could I say? faced with our twin shades, reflecting the sunset back onto ourselves, it seemed you know the place I mean, down where the ornamental palms stand silhouette, like women holding their breath © 2007 by Beth Stevens |
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