

FishSharp turns The blurry school of bladelike fish Dance or stagger, it's hard to tell. I don't seek to devour. I'm no shark,Fish
but they swim fast and turning quick, pull away.
Can't speak
to the messy mass of one and all.
There's a glimmering beauty where they go. What or who is it they follow? They I chase
in my searching to understand. Do I shimmer with a different light?
If I miss what they have If I let go,
they draw me in their wake &n
Two Hats

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