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Hand in Hand
In this city, teeming with such a multiplicity of people, Boasting its ubiquity of streaming humanity, Perhaps our only refuge from anonymity, Our sole defense against getting separated, Sucked into Manhattan's moiling maelstrom, Was to hold hands, from waking to sleep, Never letting go of one another.
From Thursday afternoon to yesterday morning, When you and I last embraced, in front of the hotel, Until the silver limo ferried me away, We walked hand in hand, Stayed connected, never lost touch — Just the two of us, chosen, from the millions, To show this city how to love.
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