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Little fish hooks.

The words dug into my skin,

like little fish hooks,

and the flesh on my arm tore slightly when I pulled out

each shiny, cruel syllable.

But that was OK;

better to remove the hooks now,

and let his line drift further down stream,

poised to catch someone more fearful and willing.

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