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a bottle of our finest perfume

Posted on Sunday, February 19, 2012

a bottle of our finest perfume

The night reached a record low.  Snow flurries stuck to the icy ground and began piling the streets where he lay.  He lay with no shoes.  He lay with a tattered blanket whose holes invited in the frigid and windy night.  He lay motionless.  At first, I thought he was asleep, but how could one sleep in weather such as this?  Nighttime struck its most quiet hour.  When those in their flats have arrived to the climax of their dreams, where their toes are warm and their cheeks are blushed.  This man was a shade of blue with lips lined in icy purple stars.

I happened to be passing that night after a fight with my wife. 

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