The fishes, came back,
in the net, crawled
where suffocation awaits'm.
The gills lug for the lungs
without any result.
The eyes show the pain
that my hands relieve,
when I slice the head off.
the fishmonger
The fishes, came back,
in the net, crawled
where suffocation awaits'm.
The gills lug for the lungs
without any result.
The eyes show the pain
that my hands relieve,
when I slice the head off.