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Fishy


Fishy, fishy,

Swim, swim, swim,

 

What's it like inside your bowl?

Is it hot or cold?

Out here, in the air,

The temperature is fare,

But the serene life of you,

Swimming, 

Not being a fool,

I envy that,

I wish I was a fish,

I could be in your bowl and we could chat,

I love to see your colorful tail swish,

In the cooling water of your bowl.

 

Fishy, fishy,

Swim, swim, swim,

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ThisIsLife

I'm a transgender male (Female-to-Male) digital artist, animator, and writer.

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