Delusions of a Goldfish
There is no Fishbowl !
Air's face
Air's face contorts,
cloud wrinkles etched across
her cheeks as
precedence to rain
which, when it falls,
will do so as tears
-falling from her face
to mine -
our sorrow shared.
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