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Fish Food

You are the land that soaks
the crumbs I’ve longed to eat.
My mouth can only open so wide,
though nothing truly keeps us apart.

To know you means to die,
and I’ve known you for years.
Where the water stops,
we’ll always be.

I’ve tasted your moistened crumbs,
and here is where we’ll always be.

Who’s to say you cannot
swim where I’ve learned to walk?
Who’s to say I cannot
walk where you’ve learned to swim?

Soon, I’ll be part of the crumbs
I’ve watched you eat.
Soon, where the water stops,
we’ll always be.

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