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Cy/rek Kavla McAuliffe
As
children,
we came
here with our nets and buckets, caught
minnows, salamanders (I
wouldn't touch them)A\'e swore:
friends forever.
Today I
strip the
socks trom
you through to where the still
my
teet
crayfish
hide.
To you —
friends.
still
But ha\en't
i
a pin-prick a
To me -
been day
lately?
You've become
heavy.
I
bitter
you don't know? You see. still
and
know
I've retaliated. Still friends
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and follow
the icy water
It isn't
-
true.
won't
touch the crayfish, but you, ha,
you won't allow me my
shortcomings anymore. That's
how
we'\'e changed.
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