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Jan 2018
they will not live
they do not live
as I stare at the tank,
willing, hoping, praying for motion
nothing

they say the third time's the charm
we reassure each other
as we pour the remains away

so many regrets on choosing brine shrimp
my initial joy in the lab goes down the drain
with the dead
brine shrimp
ARGH
Written by
Lari Z
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