Trouble

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There by the bay,
Saw the ocean pouncing -
I would stay.

Late in the bed,
Skin grew pulpy
Wet instead.

Frothing untold,
Uncouth water
Took me to cold.

‘Dry by the sun’,
I kept stuttering,
‘If the tides turn.’

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