It's beautiful underneath.
This place where I can not breathe.
Water fills my lungs and I cry from the glory of it.
A free-floating, blue vision playing through my body.
The waves constructed a symphony of motions,
with my heart being the leading instrument.
My vision dims with the fading adagio end tempo.  
It's beautiful underneath.
This place where I can not breathe.
It's beautiful...
Beautiful.
Beau...
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