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Fishbowl
My heart houses a book of endless tome,
a hundred pages, bound by fates hand,
yet, in this volume vast, deep as the sea's hue, where many had roamed,
your name alone fills this cherished land.
The ocean is a trove of dimes,
but...
a hundred pages, bound by fates hand,
yet, in this volume vast, deep as the sea's hue, where many had roamed,
your name alone fills this cherished land.
The ocean is a trove of dimes,
but...
