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633 · Apr 2012
What are you now, cloud?
Tuck Fish Apr 2012
What are you now, cloud?
While I slept beneath an oak
You were shaped like carp.
609 · Apr 2012
I Do Not Believe
Tuck Fish Apr 2012
I do not believe
In many things man has made.
Most of all - progress.
595 · Apr 2012
Tell Me What You See
Tuck Fish Apr 2012
Tell me what you see
When you look at me, my eyes
Glow akin to wolves

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