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Raspberries and Rain
Cafes filled with old men and canes Scent of raspberries light like summer rain. Old women gather, sit and knit Sharpened tongues wag ever so quick. Pasts are remembered right or wrong No one wants to just sing a song. Touch a hand as its held out to you Caring not whether its old or new. Take your memories for a walk at dusk Faintly smile remembering a touch Was it real passion or simply lust Well remembered like a trembling wind gust.
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