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Unstable I remain, underneath the surface. Nothing is safe and innocent now.Darkness is reclaiming this world, as I search for a visual sign.Eyes roaming the surrounding water.
The lemon grass scent belonged to her pecan tinted skin. Her stare soft but filled with a pinch of fear. When the breeze roared and fell on us heavy like a brick.
Only now, the living, the loving and the dying all come together in this underwater world. the water clear and transparent
Authenticity - A Life Unmasked Tall
If I knew what drowning felt like, I might say I was If I could find myself, I would start looking If I could become water, maybe I wouldn’t drown The weight does feel like endless fluid
You feel nothing