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"It rained. We walked..."


It rained. We walked. Your hair
was getting wet.
I breathed its scent. We shared
a cigarette.

God, politics or Hermann Hesse, --
I loved your voice.
We were together. I was blessed
and I rejoiced.

I held your hand. How fragile
was your glove!
I was naïve and I imagined
this was love…