Mirages of bubles,
greet my toes,
pull them in,
and there I go,
under the water,
to my Atlantis at last,
gone with the wave,
into the past,
I see his reflection,
graceful and pure,
I reach out to touch him,
but nothing is there,
my tears twist into the tide,
and then I remember my long lost life
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