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I've
Waited All Week I want to hang out of the
window with confetti in my hair, In the taxi when I run my
hand across the front of your brown The
city's lights are like leftover stars pasted any old where is my plan for the evening.
Right now I feel so tightly wound Eyes closed, hips touching,
we've danced like lovers having their first
affair, That's all I need tonight.
you call the taxi to take us downtown and inthe taxi dark i will
taste you drying on my skin. Blare I want to hang out of the window. |
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Halli Villegas is a Woodville based writer. Her first poetry book will be published in 2001 by Guernica |
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