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It’s been raining all day. The streets are flooded.
To survive in this city, I’ll have to grow fins,
becoming cold-blooded.
Then, I shall explore all the ins
and outs,
of Venice, buried below the reflected clouds.

As for now, I sit in a coffee shop, whose ceiling
is designed to resemble the sky.
The moon, like a fishing hook, looks appealing.
It catches the eye....
It catches me by the eye.