in the dirt in the eye of the dirty dirt
a strip of circular stickers
reminding me of the tentacles of an octopus
an encircling octopus shoots out The Inky
vision decreases shade sunlight
like the curve of a seahorse's tail
The tongue can often slice like catfish scales
I will settle for the trail that you
have walked if I cannot have any of you.
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