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waterfront 5.16.18

Rest your head
Against my shoulder.
Rushing water was
The first tv static,
This I say a propos
Of nothing.
Kiss me with your pasta breath,
Laugh a little less
Each time we clack
Our teeth together.
When you ask me
What’s wrong
I am a boar
Hunting for truffles.

By Josh

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