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May 2018
Remember? When I was *******?
You bit that hook

—even
dropped the line off
the side of

some ******* dinghy...


some inflatable **** *******
joke that I took...


Smile on my face as I

                         wait...
                         can’t you taste:
                                the blood?


notes of cherry blossom,
    a bearskin rug,


RAIN
+
——
+
++
PINE
JB
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