cosmic fisherman
I'm a fisherman I sit on a bed of crystal glistening The cosmicscape before me shimmering I see lights Some shine bright as a precious jewel while some are dim not worth accrual When a bright one gets caught on my line I stand up and reel in with all my might I collect them and save them in my soul For later use when I'm feeling dull
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