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May 2013
I'm under the water
Facing up at the sky
I see the rushes of water
Above my eyes
Hands are reaching
Making the water
Uneasy
Which makes
The sky look broken
Everything is in slow
Motion when you're
Drowning as Simon's
voice plays sweetly along
With Garfunkel's
And those hands are
Vigorously reaching out
To me
I just want to sink
Deep

Deep

*Deep
flynt
Written by
flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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