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Urgent Napkin Poets
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prenomdeplume
After all
i slid off your shoulder like a heavy tablecloth
like you cleaned all the plates and there was nothing
left to talk about over dinner.
i wonder if you'll gather with me on the floor,
tired and finished yet holding there
expecting to be picked up.
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