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Debussy

Swirling my feet in a tub of

Frozen strawberries 

Ice cold relations with the 

Inevitable floor

 

Lovely flavors do not last

Forever

The refrigerator is empty 

The children are feasting

On plastic and rubber dolls

 

Do not forget it is all

A breath-taking scene

Us together in the park

Me on the table and you standing around

 

Pacing and sitting

Silent echoes from smile to smile

Skin and faces

Dancing at your touch 

 

Who would have ever thought 

That passing by

Meant so much

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