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apathetic to undulations, water-lights never faltered, flickered, wavered. the wet magnification weighed no waves, only muttering a shiver to the sullen blue. echoing part pain/part gain, she screamed for the keyholder. he came running, but the current took him, but more importantly, his metal escapist jingle. blinding and sleeplessly she wandered, running through unsubdued rapids, crawling to depths, uncharted degrees of pitch black cold. the space endures, the dream won't die, love is the opposite of blueblack.