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1. HOST

i want to slip
between your bones and nestle there
like your tongue
nests between my teeth, unhurried.
uninhibited.
no longer uninhabited.

i wish summer had never happened
so that we could become fresh lovers;

fresh produce: crisp clarity—
priceless.

and because hindsight is 20/20—
worthless.

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