February 4, 2009
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My feet reach her surface.
I'm falling into her.
Her breath is cold,
But she has a warm feeling.

I open my eyes,
She is all around.
Slowly and calmly,
She slithers past.

I don't know why,
But when you're beneath her,
It no longer matters,
What goes on above.

I've run out of air,
And break her surface.
I swim to her shore.
It's time to leave

The waves kiss my feet,
They're saying goodbye.
And as I leave,
I make a wish.
I hope her secrets will not be forgotten,
And that I will see her again.

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