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Sunday, December 11, 2011

(whistles) Taxi.

She swifts away yet
passes you softly 
touching you with her thin 
black hair
her legs walk past you
flamingo strong 
up, down, up, down they go
her heels are 
ta, ta, ta
you pronounce her name with 
every taste bud in your tongue
savoring her,
sensing her for one last time
as she leaves for another's arms

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