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Sep 2019
I’ll always remember that last time with you.
I wore my black fur coat,
the “Russian one”
& we held hands together at 7:00 AM.

We stood in the middle of the street to kiss.
There was no one in sight.
We held up, only,
The traffic in our hearts,

Just to watch the dawn that came upon us.
Roxbury Crossing
Inner Sanctum lounge
Marlena R
Written by
Marlena R  Boston
       TD, Michael Adams, kaycog and annh
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