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Deep beneath the watery skin
Where verticals of light cannot reach
So dark that time does not belong
But still angers and groans deep within
Disguised under the metallic surface
Crouching to keep from suspiciouns in thought
Glistening eyes behind the night sky reflection
Nothing but the sound of breaths held in
Miles under, where nothing but mystery lurks
It bore no body, no mind to think
Yet something forms its lips, mouths the whispers
No voice, but screaming in the wind
Begging louder, it roars against the sand
Beating its fists towards the...