"Crests fall to troughs as we feel our gills open up
and sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have.
And if the hook set in the bottom of our lungs,
we'll rip it out and lick the blood off with our tongues..."-saves the day
gooodd goood WEEKEND!! and my baby did a GREAT GREATT
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