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Fishes and Snails

Miana Michaylo, from Scranton, PA, is majoring in Advertising at Temple and plans to graduate May 2019.
Every day I wake up weirder than the last.
I am a fish with scales instead of years.
I am a snail, body curled in a shell,
Born again every day
From orange and pink dust.
I breathe underwater
I tread on land
I can go days without food
Or change my name to Gluttony,
and the current will still take me on
and on,
and on,
and on,
until the end of time.
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