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The tentacles split out of my chest

Obstinate and with such a hunger I’m unsure

If they motivate or scare me

But undoubltedly, they devour me

The streams of my blood convert to thick,

Dense, black ink and draws freely

My pillow and sheets smell as the depths of the sea

And I swallow the water down my incipient gills

I’m valuable as an unknown species

The true menace from the oceans

The tentacles keep a score of my heart

And dance to the bits and beats of it

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