Frisbee
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I met a boy
on the outskirts of campus,
playing a game of frisbee.
his eyes shined like oceans
shimmering in the very depths
of the beauty in
the place mermaids call home.
A saucer hovers over the field.
A cry: “Uuuuup”, lingers in the air
like the smell of a recent rain.
Two men, their desire unconcealed,
streak down-field, celestial comets paired,
