i have staring contest
with crustacean under
water; when i poke my
face closer she bit me
sudden moves left claws
dangling on my cut nose
i could imagine what could
have happen if that was eel
i should have a chunk taken
different to us, don't bite
maybe slap, spit or scream at
agree, mouth weapon of choice
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