This is what my couchsurfing host spontaneously wrote when he saw my photo:
“Crawl through the water,
and feast on your end
…my end
our end”
…whispered the sun,
into the cold listen of the silhouette
seated on the lonely
pier.
“Your company
is my demise,
but still
company”
Bubbled the lonely
black fish.
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