Original Bunker Punks Feature-How the Fish Swims

The water has a hold on me. It always has, and it will never let me go. I breathe in the chance to submerge every thought under its ebb and flow. My good death is suffocating in the element I call home. When a fish is out of water, it will flop on the ground for mercy.

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