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We float through the ice breaking a passage clean through
the sinkers swim if for
no reason at all
ice cools an uncomfortable trap as the
sinkers swim and gasp for breath
letting out all he's worth, the bubbles hit the top
just air in an ocean
we sail on by without much notice
with bodies leaving paintings under the ice
we crash and join them
if for no reason at all
I share my ideas though we know our plan
but they just bubble, as us sinkers swim
just the air in an ocean-
as we paint the ice

It's a story better than a fairy tale
quietly a bubble bursts by my ear
"I will unleash how I imagine perfection
Because it's all to do"
i wonder what this means to me as
the thought slips my mind