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The Cocktail (2010)

22/7/2013

 
The ice evaporated on the hot concrete floor

A hot west wind blew foul across the crowded balcony

And as the stiletto twisted to speed the woman away

And as the cocktail dripped from his designer shirt

All I could think about the scene was: 

That his wet clothes would dry out far more rapidly than his pride would heal.

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