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salty tide crashes 

sailboats in the near distance

clear blue skies for days

 

Don’t you get it? I love you, Jay! I’ve loved you since you transferred here a year ago. Since you showed up to English class every day late for the first week you were here, because you couldn’t find the room and you were to shy to ask someone.

sitting together on that old ripped couch

all of us pretending to study

you pull snacks out of your lunch pouch

trying to be as quiet as we can

while pulling pringles out of their can
its like a mini buffet