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One silent breath

And she plunges

Into the abyss of liquid mist

Lungs made of fire

A stroke of the arm

Causes ripples in seconds

Awaiting the noise above

Awaiting the sensation of oxygen

Awaiting the cracks of lightning

That trail up her sleepy soul

She steps out of the water

And her damp footsteps are

Outlined in gold.

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