Oh, to be a fish,
to feel eddies lick your gills,
to defy mazes of coral, to dart,
to disappear, to move as one with many...
To see the bait,
to take it unblinkingly,
and swallow the razor sharp hook
latching onto your innards.
Oh, that cruel blood:
a reminder of life and a harbinger of death
--but a simple death for there is no distinction
between instinct and temptation
But I was born human
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