When did this section grow up?
When did it become this kind monster
Undefined, asphyxiated?
My fishline was bitten
Showing things that I can't rationalize
And in the end the drops of blue
Fall right in your eyes as letters
And turn them better
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Building words that I can recognize
All squares turn into circles
Let me say, unlikely beast
My fishline
Was empty and, even so, fine
If I want to throw a piece of me
I'd fish back each minute that I had
To cry my scores
And laugh of my trivia