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Jaycee Aug 2015
Nose pressed to the glass
I'm smiling brightly
as you grasp my hand
My other hand reaches up
and touches the tanks coldness.
Aren't they beautiful?
I lovingly exclaim-
Squeezing your hand excitedly.
Lets come here again, okay?
Jaycee Jul 2015
Floating; endlessly..

In the middle of their destiny,

Sinking beautifully.

— The End —