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With The FishesLooking out at glass pain, listening to the stringfish beat on my eardrums. Emotionless eyes swim away from home. The wind ripples... surface. The sky breaks and swells. We all break and swell. Breaking down doors, and swelling under the canopy of splinters and seen dust. Strained smoked out gills, strange flounders. I've never seen You underwater, but we're both drowning just the same.With The Fishes
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