Amber fixtures

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I gleam at his face, as we hop off the charged vessel, cleaning myself crazily.

He picks me up and throws himself off the water. I feel the icicles iridescence encapsulate me.

He hits my chest

Again
And

Again

And

Again.

Till i pined no more,

And fell


To the ocean floor.

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