House Music

He gave her a silence beautifully

wrapped in a mood, and there was a

bottle of the insides of bubbles

chilling.

 

She gave him a passing glance and a

blank card and

cold shoulder of something horned,

à point.

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  • Theo Black  On April 17, 2012 at 9:11 pm

    beautiful. really captures the fragrance of a moment, as it were.

  • 1emeraldcity  On April 18, 2012 at 7:28 pm

    Hope things warm up for them..

  • Linda Munn  On April 19, 2012 at 10:34 pm

    So sad.

  • johndwm  On April 21, 2012 at 4:12 pm

    True & extremely poignant!!

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