In hues of blue, and deep azure,
Your eyes casted and drew in the lure
Reeled in a victim, a fish of plain love
Unsatisfied, you reel in for more
You want to fill in the void and the bore
With doting fish, who die from the thirst
Just another fish, you put your needs first
No matter how many you reel,
How beautiful and writhing they feel
In your palm,
Your empty, dull heart will never be calm
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