Anchors deep

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Eyes open.
Lungs inflated.
Mouth shut.
Nostrils tempted.
Ankle shackled.

The only way,
Is down.

Until...

Rock bottom.
Sea deep.
Crystal lines.
Sparkling twinkles.
Grey hues.
Blue waves.

I am looking at world.
From the bottom of the ocean.

Lungs deflate.
Air leaves me.
Heading exactly where I now want.
Regrets.
Too late.
The beauty.
Bubbles, shiny.
Circles.
Colours.

The sky is none but a wish.
The surface a mere dream.
I watch the beauty.
And watch it fade.

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