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In your flavored water romance
There are electric otters kissing sea snails
Before we can make it to the surface, you yell
don't throw a line down in 4/4 time
Then realizing our beats per minute are hovering
Humming moths at 468 BPM
Or 12 BPM
The same continent dug into with unpainted hooks
Hoofed for mineral
Then dolled up Chantilly
We can deliver great portions
The whole of which remains untouched
Left sinking
For coins to become shrimp beds
Then return to palatial plate
Tenuous
The saying of yes
And slaying of no
When we ask each other favors
Agreement forthcoming
Before knowing the gist
Our disciplined historic
A shell shocked remipede
Begrudging flood for thorax
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3.29.13

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