Chasing a sea star
Gentle as the pursuit seems
It is but an eventual end
It isn't swift, the sea star fears
Some can so relate to such
Even with its venomous spines
The star fish lies the night awake
Tritons are but gentle giants
Like the beloveds that pace slow
And then the tritons reap in strike
In all the shades that star fish fear
Such is love, love is a triton
I am but a mere crown of thorns star
Yet my spines fail to deter your stike
While your touch paralyses my all
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