To the Triangularly Named Girl with whom I wish to fold napkins

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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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