
I could rest here in the grey
No one would know I’m alive
Among the rocks,
I hide from prey
Till a photographer knocks
The glass enclosure doesn’t suit
I want my freedom, please
If I was a cephalopod,
I would ink them all with ease.

I could rest here in the grey
No one would know I’m alive
Among the rocks,
I hide from prey
Till a photographer knocks
The glass enclosure doesn’t suit
I want my freedom, please
If I was a cephalopod,
I would ink them all with ease.
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I love this. It’s odd how inspiring a small cluster of unrelated words can be.
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