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sea_mermaidI see you in the sea.
Seaweed hair and starfish arms.
Pebble nose and sand filled toes.
Crab like shell and testy scuttle.
Anemone heart that closes when provoked into a tight little ball.

You are not here at all.
But you are everywhere I look,
And everything I see,
In my ever growing sea.
In my ever growing sea.

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