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And stroke
and stroke
The oars masterbate the river
Splendid obscenity
The good fortune of its accepted nature
It ripples and humps the shore
I'll walk by.
I won't judge.
It laps a little louder.
See what I do now?
I'll feed it some bread.
Maybe find the ducks.
The crumbs, they float
and bob over ripples
and the river runs with me,
parallel forever.