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Maybe the jellyfish are your thimbles:
because of garfish:
or: transparent souls of skirt-chasers:
or they're the living retracing of the fantastic ringing:
that is supposed to ring here until the end of the world for your glory:
and when it rings:
the mussels are closing in their cells:
Maybe they're just busts of water:
or small bags with hopping:
or they're crystal caps from pepper casters:
and maybe:
they're only here for mushroom picking -
but so beautifully poisonous are not even women:
which are always a little scented by you:
when they're prepared to interpret the mist:








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