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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                                                                                                                                                      
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