I pull him to the bottom of the water, so blue
I feel myself weigh down. But he is floating, I assume.
I cover his eyes with my pale glowing hand
And I plant a kiss on his lips
I could breath! But I don’t understand
I let him go and he floats back to the surface
So far up, the morning sun makes me fell new
But I can float back
Calmly I look down
I am chained, trapped in the bottom
Of the water so blue
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