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There’s a body of evidence,

a shallow bay

he’s always visited.

Divining his preference

is as easy

as navigating calm waters.

I’m a question

he’s never considered,

a murky bathtub

forĀ a brief dip.

I try to make myself clear.

He’ll edge in,

muddying the waters

and retreat,

having dredged up his victim.

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