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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jan 26, 2009 8:03:42 GMT -5
Ninety Seconds at KP The little girl friend takes a leap out of the bus with her wirey fingers, bare pale flesh against the cold. Then he comes out tall with his hoody almost biblical. She takes a toke of his cigarette and vanishes jaywalking skillfully across the avenue. Then he turns and I get a look at his face. He is tall and lean and those eyes seem so unchanging, still young but eternally old, pupils sunk low in the eye-display as if resting. Nothing was ever really right, his eyes say. And nothing will ever change. I must be cautious, his eyes say. I must be dangerous
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