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Just Walking
By Laurent Maria Este

ah, a cold-cuddled-couple walking
just passing
but will my north wind blow me home
to soup, comfort, and remembrance --
warmer nights when we knew no cold
just yesterday
when we both danced to Leonard Cohen
or was it
just walking?


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