you think you can take your hand
and reach out for my soul
like a net reaching in the water
of a goldfish bowl.
you pull it out holding on
grasping it so tight,
but by holding it away from me
i’ve lost all my sight.
Like a goldfish in your hand
I cannot leave my bowl
or else i’ll die, my love a gone
vanishing with my soul.
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