Deep, dark and blue,
Under white sheets, crinkled and rippled.
Drowning in bubbles,
With pockets of glee escaping the abyssal.
Silent yet loud,
Very much dead, yet throbbing for revival.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Deep, dark and blue,
Under white sheets, crinkled and rippled.
Drowning in bubbles,
With pockets of glee escaping the abyssal.
Silent yet loud,
Very much dead, yet throbbing for revival.
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