Fish Food
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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