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Dec 2019
Like the licking of an old dog that insists you take her
for a walk
the insistent swell
laps your legs.

Off port, headlamps
slip by in an unending current
supplying the illusion of your
inevitable progress forward,

and little certainty you had ever been moored at all.
Travis Kroeker
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Travis Kroeker  31/New York
(31/New York)   
       TD, ScriptedSilence, Colm, TIZZOP, Khoi and 1 other
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