Plenty of Fish in the Sea, and Which One Do I Chose?
I've reached the marsh,
The seeming end of my journey.
To be flushed in a reservoir?
Perhaps it is my fate...
Chasing for a fish in the sea,
That didn't belong to me.
This tunnel is dark,
As are my thoughts of revenge,
For that fish that led me here..
poem by Nightmist Moonshade
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