Fates of Felt

Monday, October 1, 2012

The fish are speaking Cantonese
Repeating themselves and staring
Mouths moving until they are blue
Or yellow or gold or orange
Pleas of "please" from saam such as these
Posted by Paul at 7:55 PM
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