scraping against rough granite unders. The lights were dim and fogged and we did not sit
close together just like you to watch only
because the most efficient parts of the story are the only parts. And I counted myself: there were
twelve for "Cada uva significa un segundo" I often remember without remembering why
as one connects freckles on the insides of her
dimply skin pursed under examination:
memories come to me like bruises
purple, sore and warm.
Making things more mysterious, I think: is that what you wanted?
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