Going over any board
To somehow get away
From this torpid dust I grind
And rhyme of every day
Generating warmth in speech
Requires written thought
So conversations with myself
Indeed have had a lot
Aloofness tries, tho' still descries
My taciturnity
While notions far from interesting
Keep spilling out of me
Tho' silence sounds more cordial
Just know I am a Fish
Thus, sad reserves are always cold
So call me what you wish
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