Drunken Fish and Fattened Hope
Similarities, distinctly catastrophic,
press fate like grapes into wine.
Common cynicisms of life
hack away her fortress,
slowly but effortlessly
it crumbles.
Squash…
Tumble…
Splash…
The pieces swim,
her sweet, white puddle cluttered,
they are surrounded
by fallen conquerors and fat fish.
Still…
round and round she walks,
anxiously waiting
for the south wind
to blow her fears away.
But some things,
like the reflections in the water,
are just too good to be…
true.















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i squeaked reading this.
ooh.
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I think you should keep the title.
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remember, she is laughing now
and now i'm nothing...
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Super pass the time away how go! [link]
remember, she is laughing now
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