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The night I spent my last nickel to call Steve: Poems --- George Szirtes | Numéro Cinq
It was the same then as it ever was. / It’s what we were before. It’s what we are. // Let’s talk then, you and I, as if by rote. / Let us repeat the words and walk past doors / as if they weren’t there and neither was the rain. / These streets and bars are our familiar shores.