i cried so hard i could not see
a coral reef inside of me,
thatched with grass
&syllable stance
fish by name
colors askew,
a dime a dozen
with flipper my cousin
i sought so light to clog my thought
every sonar wish
i welcomed to bite,
hooks worst advice
to weep is woe in mask,
giving grimace honor.
only before ones girl friend,
page, is pure cheek.
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