I am a fragile silk petal angel blooming a tutu, delicate limp legs and soft cries heard from underneath the ocean. 

Seashells build bridges under my pointe ballet shoes.

On my tip toes, I leap from blossoms and land on the shoreline.

I can see my own reflection off the skin of the sea.
I have fallen in love with the ocean bed and formed a crush on my own waves.

・ ゜・・゜゜・。・゜♡ ゜゜・。・゜♡ ゜

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゜・。・゜♡ ゜゜・。・゜♡ ゜ ・ ゜・・゜