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  • I am an anemone
    delicately testing the cold gaze of the tide.
    I shrug it away
    wrapping myself in a shawl of poison
    touched by cold, shadowed fingers.

    We are crabs that take shelter beneath moated stones
    the sand shifting like dark mist
    as we burrow.
    But the tide nudges us into the light
    sucking us clean.

    We live in constant fear of the gulls.
    blurting out of the hot sky.

    And the sunlight smells of fish.
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