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Golden Fish Glowing
A golden fish, glowing.
Hot like a rivet in turquoise river's flow.
A tiny burning force of fire, of love
and genius' claw among the crackled city,
through life and fatal desire,
the swarm of this bone metropolis.
The water-air pulses with glittering teem,
swimming in silence and sadness,
yet we shine, and laser scream
in our perfect focused madness.
The sun above gulps, casts us a ray.
The sky cracks the day red.
Bread is broken.
We are free!
A golden fish, glowing.
Hot like a rivet in turquoise river's flow.
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