ℝ𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕠 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒 ◉◎◈◎◉ ◉◎◈◎◉ ◉◎◈◎◉ We dive through crystal waters/Perfect oceans/But no one told me not to breathe/And now the weightlessness recedes/My, my those eyes like fire/I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre/Come now, bite through these wires/I'm a waking…
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