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  1. CASPER

    Squid Sonnet

    The look you shot me, milk-blue squid of Kimmeridge, was one of recognition. To you, I must have seemed an ogre, the kind that mothers warn their children of. Something in you stiffened— and the whole wild treble-clef of you leapt five foot clear of the water, then vanished through the...
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