Your heart lives in the folds of the sea. In a dark cavern where dishonesty claims birth. A cruel blow has been delivered upon the ego of a stranger: your professed love, though your purest attempts are to win her return. In the meantime she suffers an unknown shame: the invisible burden of an infidel, an opportunist. But aquamarine gemstones given under the guise of sincerity will falter in their protection against the violent depths and unwarranted poison. Cold, salty hearts are prodigal. The ocean floor awaits their return.
Indecisive minds say maybe tomorrow, but not now; too conceited to realize the fate is not theirs to decide.
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