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Sep 2011
Deformed pictures of a clear world
Reflections seep into the hole of my eyes
I blink.
They taunt me, malnourished images of what it means to be
Above the surface.
I blink.
I blink.
They taunt me.

The wrinkles and cracks of my ultraviolet hands
Feel the numb and malleable surroundings
I reach
Just ripples, surface screams that mutely disturb life
Above the surface.
I reach.
I reach.
I reach.
Just ripples.

The memory of breathing dances just beyond
The hazy and dew filled cobwebs that collect in the valleys
I gasp
Believing that perhaps, I will be filled with something from
Above the surface.
I gasp.
I gasp.
I gasp.
I gasp.
No air.
        No air.
               No air.
I gasp.
No.        Air.
I gasp.
No air.
No air.
I blink.
No air.
I blink.
I blink.
                       The surface.
                       The surface.
I blink.
The surface.
I.                     Reach.
I.                     Reach.
The surface.
I.                     Reach.
The surface.
       The surface.
The surface.
I gasp.
I blink.
I reach.
I gasp.
The surface.
                      The surface.
The surface.
The surface.
no air no air no air no air no air no air no no air air air no air no air
I'm sinking.
I'm
sin
king
down
down
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Lorelei Adams
Written by
Lorelei Adams
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   Zack Brown
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