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impossible was possible possible you were not afraid You stood up in in love in in a a a a a French story and there fell ever
a a a a a a a light rain as you crossed the Seine to meet him for café in in in in in Saint-Germain-des-Prés You wrote a a a a a a a a poem beneath the tender
skin from your your ribs to to your your hip bone in in in in the the slender then and you you you are still writing that song to to convince the the sweetness of every
bit of straggling moonlight star and sunlight to become words in in in your your mouth in in in your your kiss kiss — that that kiss that will will never die you you you will will all
ways fall fall in in love love It doesn’t matter how how old how how many days hours or or memories we can fall fall in in love love over over and over over again The Seine or or Tennessee or or any river with a a a a soul knows the the depths descending when it it comes to seeing the the sun or moon stare
back without shame remorse or or guilt This is is what I remember she told her husband when they bedded down that that night in in the the house that that would begin