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Speck

You are my fish-flapping, lost, slip of life,

My speck, I had only a short time

With your real-unreal, what-might-have-been image,

Softly drawn in the phosphorescent-underwater still,

I could see your head, your rump

Raw with silver-green loss

I wanted longer.

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