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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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If my body settles for shady benthos
where seaweed weaves
a makeshift blanket and coral forms
a chafing pillow, if the surgeon fish attend
my wounds, would I be lying if
I said my head drifts
with the curling cirrus?

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