Fish loomed randomly, silver and stark, flickering teasingly near; zeppelins stately and snug in the dark, nursing a terrible fear. Every fish that I caught brought me regret, gasping its last on the beach. Why is it that I can’t just fucking let them hover just out of reach? They were my dreams, these shadowy firm, naked and beautiful things. I first impaled and then dropped my worm, hoping for echoing rings. Every fish that I caught brought me regret, gasping its last on the beach. Why is it that I can’t just fucking let them hover just out of reach? Fish loomed so randomly, silver and stark, flickering teasingly near; zeppelins stately and snug in the dark nursing a terrible fear.
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