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Gone Fishin’

August 21, 2012

Ava, how yet unknown you writhe

trapped below your surface,

wearing well your clothes.

I am wading into save you,

watch as you turn away, hooked

by his line and receding,

eager to be devoured.

 –

But I catch a glint and dare God:

You’ll come around.

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