February 22, 2010
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Let my octopus tingle through the waters.
My octopus’ spindling limbs pulse with mystery.
My octopus’ stretching skin ripples in color to blend.
My octopus collapses into a fading wine bottle,
and I cannot retrieve my tentacled friend.

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