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From the bottom of the ocean
She looks up into the skies,
And the stars turn into ripples
And the ripples turn to lines.
And the lines are made of whispers,
And they dance across her skin,
And her eyes are made of ocean
And she lets the starlight in.
One night he said he loved her
And the word was made of weight,
But she looked into his ocean
And saw nothing there but hate.
For the world and for the whispers
That they thought he couldn't hear
And his mind was made of circles
Going round and round his ears.
And the whispers were a river,
And her body was a dam,
But his head was boiling over
Underneath her burning hands.
And she couldn't stop the ocean
But she bought its weight in time.
And his mind was made of circles,
And her mind was made of lines.
There's nothing here to drown now
So her hands can finally rest,
And the stars are spread beneath her
And the light elates her chest.
And the lines turn pyrotechnic
While the distant dam erodes.
And the circles spin to spirals
And the boiling sea explodes.
One night she said I love you
To a mind made out of cracks.
But the circles arced in ribbons
And the world was made of black.
And she saw the screaming ocean
And she tried to block the scars,
But he burned her skin to circles
And her lines turned into stars.
From the bottom of the aether
She looks up into the sea,
And the sea is made of windows
To a drowned reality.
And he stands between the darkness
With a line across his skin.
And his eyes love like the ocean,
So she lets the ocean in.