She sat by the pool for all of nothing – before dunking her pretty facial features
beneath the waters rather fickle gloss
Atop this – a life far less believable
Sick of tracing the outline with the manicured tip of her tiny finger
Yet, suddenly, allowing for her “volume-downers” to sound everything right the whole way out
Submerge
Next, she closes her tired eyes all over again and begins to sing – more of a murmur, in fact
Because that is exactly what the doctors at the asylum told her to do
And… emerge

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