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A coin in the jukebox
Spinning discs
'Can you remember
when first we met?'
Crooners
Plaintive yearnings
Faded faces
'We thought we were free
scornful of authority.'

At a cafe
'That summer I saw you
dancing barefoot
in the moonlight
impatient for love.'
Together
A ceiling fan
slowly rotating
Coffee stains
Two pairs of eyes.

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