(idea) by lillianvalencia Tue Nov 19 2002 at 16:35:09
(From a poetry exercise)

Red dress crumpled on the floor
And her perfumed legs spread wide
To his smoky Victorian memory
Martinis, sex, and cigarettes hang thick in the air
But her blank face reflects nothing
Save the gritty shadows of his heart.
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