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We Don't Remember Much


I don't remember
an occasion
meeting someone
the whole world's ocean
within reach
amiably smiling
ready for any 
accompanying dog
both being strangers 
to the beach
I imagine someone
condemned to die
who won't let me down
no reason to speak at all
ask me
"why the poem?"

 

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