Jan 15, 2016
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Still as a corpse, Listless, remorse For the bottomless bottomed up In the shallow water, blubbering under -- We are combined as coral, lonely rocks Whose pathetic edges cannot scratch clownfish -- No, fish, a clownfish cannot drown, fish -- Until in her 10th year she overcomes her fear of fishes Surfing for H20, deep sea kisses And is slapped, kerplatting her pale-skinned knees on the teasing edges Who cut the fairest, dearest of The pretty fishes. Yes, fish, a fair fish can drown, fish.