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The goldfish is dead
The goldfish is dead
and the clam went away
I saw that the goldfish was dying
A bulge in his side
and his double tail fins hanging down
So I put his bottle in the sunlight
on the windowsill
where I could watch
the sun on his golden body
and the light blue
at the ends of his double fins
It was like catching
a tiny pair of angel's wings
I watched his body turn sideways
That bloated side about to burst
I watched as his body rose
through the vegetation
Past the red and brown snail
dreaming of wood
And I watched him
float to the surface and
kiss the day good-bye
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