You would fall safely upon my safty net
but leaving you afloat atop muddy waters that would run deep.
Although, these incantations won't keep you steadily floating.
Won't keep me floating with such practical praise.
Such dirty, muddy, magical, water your heart would seemingly deem fit.
Such carefully crafted, constructed, causal nets to feel caught up in nothingness.
For I am not your keeper,
Alas a seeker at best..
Such delicate disgusting muddy cruddy water,
Your heart would deem it best..
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