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A deep and aqueous hue,
This gentle, crushing blue.
It calls me to give in to its force;
Let my precious air escape,
And breathe instead this salty liquid.
"Give in, give in!" it cries,
And my heart leaps to comply.
But I know the danger,
What lies beneath the Ocean's
Placid, alluring surface.
A depth, a darkness,
That would delight to
Smash my little glass soul.
And so, I stay in the skies,
Feeling the wind's gentle caress.


Do I make sense? Noooo. You can still
make my day and review, though.