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Angela Renee Tomazic
neven wrote in
message <348E256C.6A42E59D@zvonimir.morh.tel.hr>...
>awd
>as
>asd
Aw'd, as acid
cours'd through my lymph
REAL CASUAL like
I sat, sipped mineral water again and
wondered where the fuck she was.
never really met her before. she'd
emailed me out of the black
and, of course, i thought she was
someone else.
this was like the other time
i'd agreed to meet her,
'cause i was walking (sitting, sipping mineral water)
with the king.
DiscoFlux, that was, HAIL ERIS,
me and mike and acb
handing out leaflets in the city square.
she sat prim
on the corporate concrete park bench
pulled tight within herself, while
i walked with the king and handed out leaflets.
after, she did smile at me once.
but it was a cold smile.
my fault. i'd been too scared to talk.
after this not-terribly-auspicious start,
more emails paced,
another meeting place arranged.
the RMIT cafeteria, i thought.
The Lava Lounge coffee den, she'd thought.
we missed each other by several light-years
just as well; i was scared witless.
eventually, we did meet proper
and she smiled her not-cold-smile at me.
Ange, if you're still alive,
mail me, huh? thanks.
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