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Sloths in a City in France

Sloths in a City in France

When I was still able to walk

I remember her in a white dress

Softer than I imagined

Nervous like a little garment blowing about in the wind

I can see the train station where we first argued

The stones in the road where I sat

My knee hurting

She was there with me

The door with the dresser next to it

The WIFI on the little table

The blooming orange trees on the sunny streets

I remember going to Cannes

And having an argument

And its funny even that memory

Is a fond and warm one for me

A reminder of sunnier days

Someone you love

And the time we spent together

Holding hands

Like the first time on the train

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