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Now And Then

So in love
we couldn't eat a thing
and waiters would ask:
'Is everything fine?'

You'd murmur:
'When can I see you again?'
Now you whisper
'Everything's fine.'
And turn your face into the pillow.

If only we could be
hungry once more,
so hungry for each other
we feel full.

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