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Fish Food

Chris Curasi

A blanketed chill
On the land of desires
Falls on the small banks
Silver is the day
On sensual silouhette
Casting over gray areas
Stars on the water
Are dancing with the waves
Just beneath it's mist
Above my body
The raindrops no longer
Feel like needles
Everything is going numb
Can't do anything right
I give up
Just like you
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Submitted on October 07, 2010

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme ABCDDEFGHIFJKLMN
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 312
Words 61
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 16
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