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September 26, 2005


Outside of the religious milonga,
it began to rain
They were the crowd dressed to avoid osmosis.
The music was like their silk handkerchiefs being gathered
by the masculine dj
And the crowd was like the great awakening,
abandoned by adolescents at play
The only one with the skylights
I've never seen before
They say one must close their eyes when
sneezing, and untroubled
women will say more than that.Their sweat beyond
smell was collected
by the phrasing, the dancer
on their roof finished the hug for
the razing.

Posted by indigo at September 26, 2005 09:11 PM


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