+_++_+_++_+_++*+ I want to fold napkins with you In dark dining rooms Fold them into fours Clocking the sea though it is 15 so-called miles away from Me — AKA the 101 fwy Stacked Napkins Behind Closed Doors The ocean as it CURRENTLY roars My Exclamatory Nature! Dots your eyes Connecting corners wedding points Into the past Behind sounds of free ways Where the Only strictness is Being Softly Laid On Saturday afternoon
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