Crustacean Cloning
Split into two, I glisten in the shallow shore. Split into two; A bitter taste of déjà vu. You guard me with a tender claw,
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"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Split into two, I glisten in the shallow shore. Split into two; A bitter taste of déjà vu. You guard me with a tender claw,