The Lady From Milan

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In December of 2008,

we met in an Italian hotel lobby.

She was sitting next to

a bowl of chocolate mints.

I lit my cigaret

and walked out the door.

Two weeks later,

I unpacked my suitcase

in Long Beach,

and there she was.

Her name is

Scatola di Fiammiferi.

She is still with me. 

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