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Untitled (by Funkykarma)
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If wishes were fishes
I'd have a net
Full of dreams
Full of hope for the future
Full of good things
Benificial
Fishes are physical
I can touch them
So can you
Wishes are meta-physical
I want to touch them
I never will
So my net will slip away
Fade into blandness
And my fishes will die
Useless
And forgotten
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