Blue water below
Blue sky above
Which way to fall?
Falling down to the depths
Falling up to the moon
Jumping off cliffs at the dawn of the day
Old friends nearby
A singular tear swatted down by the dust
Pale skin translucent in a dark liquid soup
Of weed, and muck, and old beer cans
Totally clear sky, only a small cloud in sight
It's so depressing, so depressing
But don't worry, it might rain later
-Cameron White
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