Never Innocent
It is my world built in pain, black molly swimming through the wake.
Sexy sleekness bottled water fantasy the lead befouls us.
Sharks sublime sense.
Not shrouding slaking down death’s-head moths.
The pill of the fish fractures, are the bones of tomorrow’s youth.
Filleted foundlings fixated in freshness on ice.
This fish fillet is born to die.
Never innocent was born of animal.
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