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Death of my Goldfish
Posted by Hazel Dream
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10:34 AM
She was the strangest one. No she was the one I identify with very well. She was like a mirror,Defiant, happy and mocking others with her aloof audacity. Always in a secluded corner of bowl away from foolish fragile warmth of others.
I gave her boring corpse to sincere crows to devour.
She vanished in the eternal appetite of being.
My Grave in your memories
Tombstone in my soul with melancholy engravings
I am in the breeze which seduces every black cloud
I am in the spring which blossoms in each heart
I am in autumn with hazel eyes
I am in winter with warm smiles