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The little fishes they called to me...like water naiads... wanting to consume me. They linger in this pond at night and sing the most hauntingly beautiful songs ever and I find it hard to resist... like Narcissisus and his reflection, I am drawn to them. Like Persephone to Hades. Mesmerized, I am here staring at them, just about to fall into their trap. Save me or I shall forever be one of them stuck in your pond.
Rating:  [5 of 5 Flaming Jalapenos!] |
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