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her eyes were caught with the shortest stare americans only stare so long we were both reading Leviathan not necessarily your best seller the color of her jacket was just my style her lipstick smiled with the absence of guile her skirt was brown with patterns of flowers that bled they bled into the days of after the subway stopped at Sheridan Square she left, I reached for her arm but my arm was silently still i saw her through the window - she walked right by Letras de cancionesa guy with a trumpet and she gave him a coin with that smile then she stopped, i thought she would turn around she listened to the trumpeter's call "polkadots and moonbeams" it echoed with grace whether or not it was apropos. From Letras Mania