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Feb 2019
the sun heats the water
to a scalding soup;
his skin boils like its cooking.
he rises from the sea,
untethered and free
like the loch ness monster
when no one isΒ Β looking.

he sinks into the water,
pretends to be a starfish,
and regrows his limbs.
he goes home, with sand
in his gucci flip flops
and plays him some sims.
croob
Written by
croob  22/usa
(22/usa)   
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     ---, Robin Carretti, --- and Juneau
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