Landlocked

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I whisper into
The shell of your ear
Pressing my lips against
You,
There is nothing softer
Than
You leaning your elbow
Into the crease of our
Thrift-store find couch
My face against
Lobes
As I hear
The ocean churning
From our landlocked
Lives.

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