| Swallow these pearls.
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| They surround the lives of the walking.
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| As they burst in your mouth.
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| Remember to breathe!
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| They surround the lives of the walking.
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| The ocean drowns the infant inside.
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| If you don’t want to see the horses maimed by the waves, lift your arms signal
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| the rocks.
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| Keep your arms up.
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| The vultures will soon be here to carry us home.
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| Yesterday is today.
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| Tomorrow will be our last.
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| What’s left.
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| Swallow these pearls.
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| They surround the lives of the walking.
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| As they burst in your mouth.
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| Devoured by beak and wing.
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| We agreed we were not afraid to pass on.
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| Remember to breath!
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| Bubbles of voice whisper they whisper.
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| I’ll be proud of you no matter what.
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| Damaging ears like fireworks.
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| Remember to hold your breath.
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| Lack of oxygen invites colors.
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| I’ll be proud of you no matter what.
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| What’s left?
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| Blue giant throats that cry your name till they are considered soul. |