you are always wrapped
up in something fishy; please,
behave yourself.
with your rice walls, you
have fed a million people,
feed a million more.
weed of sea, surround
me, make me your prisoner
I will make you whole
you are always wrapped
up in something fishy; please,
behave yourself.
with your rice walls, you
have fed a million people,
feed a million more.
weed of sea, surround
me, make me your prisoner
I will make you whole
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