You almost got me
thinking
that there was a sky
in your sea
that there were trees
in your river
You almost got me
believing
That golden angel fishes
live there
in the sunbeams
amongst the leaves
of your montage
And I cannot blame you
for being
no more
than I can
blame me
for seeing
the image
of who I thought
you are
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