Finless Fish
Tongue shape as humans yet spits venom Mind in a box, a running column Rampage in peace slowly riding Ain't getting out, it's back to beginning. Fatigue is getting in, Exhausted hand, choking limb. To vanish is like a fish without fin, Caving in, death as it swim
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