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Apr 2014
The calm ocean engulfs you and I as we sink down below,
holding hands and dropping down as the pressure overwhelms,
with each passing second the tension starts to grow,
and you attempt to take the helm.
You begin to kick,
rising up to the air,
but I fall like a brick,
and all you do is stare.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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