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Constantine
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Oct 2011
Poor Lemonade
I could hear each splash of sweat dripping on the table...
my hand felt so dry; the young girl took the lifeless solf vascular dollar
from my sun harden hand, and handed me a transparent glass with
four frozen cubse of ice, and warm lemonade...
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