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back DAN O’BRIEN
Sixty-One
When we
Were still
Was it summer
Florence
Where we lay
Side by side
Our minds still
Naked not talking
Nothing going
Everything will
We trusted
As the old
Women beat the
Rugs in the
Yawning windows
Sixty-One
Sixty-Five
Sixty-Nine