Love in a police state

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We were in a public garden 

In England in May

We sat together

In mild balmy weather

We did not track those

Who moved around us

They had their instructions

We looked at the water and ducks

And the weeping willow tree

Reflected in your eyes

A subtle disguise

I dropped words into your ears

There may well have been listening devices

Planted here and there 

I used a white handkerchief to blow my nose

Maybe we can stay here, together, forever,

Or maybe not. 

 

 

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