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Passion Fish

I caught me a billowing passion fish A sky burnt sienna and wild to the delight of my meandering, cotton-tailed heart to the release of the infinite sigh... You grew. The tips of my fingers stung raw The clouds taggle tugged at the strings My mind raced with flurries and tremulous worries and other monstrosity things. I won the race with the finicky sky. Your fish to my water-logged heart Eventually, we gazed from the ground Sweet hands intertwined from afar...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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