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there's a little cafe
on a city street
just down aways

I sit with coffee
some days
putting words to a page...

there's a little cafe
on a city street
a little bit out of the way

I stay late some evenings
blinding time
putting words to a page...

...sometimes I see her...
serpentine
like summer
girls out with high heels on
the colors like flowers
in the early evening sun
like tulips and lilies
with lights in their eyes
flirting like stars
the twilight night sky...

evening
like midnight
girls out getting it on
women like water
as they slip through the dawn
dangerous dancing
disco light in their eyes
spinning fantastic
come on goodbyes...

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