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You'd remember all the fish and I'd remember all the clouds, dancing on the tips of our tongues

and the ground that we stood so dependently upon would suddenly vanish. Their fleshy little faces with no given sounds, would make us swallow little pieces of paper right into our lungs. The deeper we swam the sky would soon perish and little specks of glitter would come around and they would shine on our faces and I would stay too young. You'd stop and sink a little more deeper looking at me knowing my wish. We clasped each others neck and willingly drowned and floating to the top, our heads were hung.