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We line-danced
to "Parfonds regrets"
and leaned against
the wall's own sway
then applied our hopes and blunders
to a second wall,
bougainvillea over the doors,
black cat on the sill,
strangers sudden friends,
our hips almost linked
but our hands
in shells and distinct,
with all of us looking
the same way saying nothing.
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