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2004-11-12 - 4:07 a.m. All the Nights the night of a thousand kisses (a hyperbole) the night of exactly one thousand kisses (we lost count several times and had to start again) the night where to look at anything was to tremble at its beauty the night of the absurd speculated scenarious brought about by a missed appointment (a schlock film, but sad too) the night where truth was withheld because it was necessary the night of lipstick worn thick and patience worn thin the night where a rehearsed conversation missed all its cues and could never be uttered again (one night only) the night of the first glance (terrified by the magnitude of its yearning) the night where a cheesy love song unlocked the profundity of the lines to its chorus the night of the consummation of our incompatibilities the night where the handphone was placed face-down in anticipation of a call (that never arrived--in the morning the phone looked like a body cast ashore by the waves of sleepless tossing and turning) the night of the frustratingly unreadable gestures (or was it not his opacity but your illiteracy?) the night where memory stirred a new love the night where an old love stirred a memory the night of the comically incompetent seduction (which worked) the night where all hostages were released unconditionally the night of over-articulate silences the night where hope crashed and crashed in a body that had already, feebly announced its limits (nobody was listening) the night of the failure of a full moon to provide consolation the night where two people no longer in love had dreams of which twenty seconds was identical the night where two people who had just fallen in love had separate dreams but were unaware of it, bless them the night of the tattoo traced lightly by a finger in the dark (its design had been memorised) the night where the knives were sharpened because the heart weighed like a grindstone the night of the short end of the straw (a long, long night) the night where nobody made a move such that when they parted at the door they were presided over by the Angel of Unspoken Regrets the night of the declaration of absolute dependency (aka I can't live without you) the night where something was burnt but it was a dead thing anyway the night of two strangers blinded by lust making love like mutes the night where anything was possible but what is anything? the night that swallowed up suicides and choked out the lucky few the night intoxicated by its secrets the night that stayed night, with the help of heavy curtains the night where the commandment no tears shall be shed was broken at the last minute the night he left without a note (but three cigarette butts) the night she left with a note (slipped under an unused ashtray) the night where you were summoned to open the final door the night he made promises he knew he wouldn't keep (he would, on the other hand, keep the guilt for years) the night she held back while making love because it didn't feel like it did in the past, a long time ago the night he held back while making love because he wanted to save some of it (of what?) for the future the night, like all other nights.
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