his name was enzo and he was a berliner, film world. apparently an amazing dancer--club dancing that is. he made it his sport. he could walk into any of the various clubs in berlin and everyone knew him. and liked him.
i have people who loved him, and so i did too. nobody's sure how he died, or why. its certain we have the time we have, and no more, and the merciful delusion of endless days in the sun is just that.
but his name was enzo, and im saying a word for him.
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