turn to a soul that was once known by scent alone... there is the water and everyone above it cannot get past their own image waivering like coreography... my snorkel is on and delighted i am that humans have not extinctified the brilliant coiling of seahorses teasing from weeds...
are you down here with me... i know it i can smell you....
now down here with you i find the rarest thing in fact on this time warped sea bed is you... a heart of pure faith that extends and extends and extends... tentacles flying everyone dying to be stung....
you of the pure love that stands with no one and feels for everyone...
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are you down here with me... i know it i can smell you....
now down here with you i find the rarest thing in fact on this time warped sea bed is you... a heart of pure faith that extends and extends and extends... tentacles flying everyone dying to be stung....
you of the pure love that stands with no one and feels for everyone...
i see you.
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