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Valour
Mirrored so fancifully,
Beyond the letters and numbers,
A chain of hurt and moonlight.
The mind and the body ignited,
To be whisked away downstream,
With no intention of killing a fish.
So we were swept off to sea,
In her own dugout canoe,
Without an anchor.
Mindless fractures in my glass,
And the wood of my scalp warped,
Yet, the windows keep living.
There is a festival of lights,
For the almost-absent eyes,
And perfect air.
okay i read it agian, and i get it now. but all the fish should be intentionally killed
i don't like it, don't know why coz its well written and all, but i don't like the message, mabe i read or interpereted it wrong.