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A dance
Jul 26, 2007 18:29:00 GMT -5
Post by Emad Fouad on Jul 26, 2007 18:29:00 GMT -5
A dance
Alone in the house Tears exhausting her a strange sadness in the sound of the violin wore her out she remained dancing for seven hours her body holding the rhythm like a thirsty flower her young bosom their upright nipples moving like dervishes She threw hersel on the bed naked after removing her silk nightgown which continued dancing alone with no music no sweat no sad violin tones.
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