I had a friend who was a fish
He made me happy and never complained
I'd feed him fish flakes every day
And watch him swim around
I left one night and stayed out late
I went driving round town with some friends
I didn't come home that night or the next
And when I returned my dear fish was dead
A beautiful fish was once red with life
But now dried up like a dark brown bloodstain on my bed
I dread the image of how he escaped
with a flick and a whip of his fins
hopping around, gasping in the air
unable to live any longer
*-I did not starve my fish-*
>(x_x)
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