Swimsuits first

The glass means nothing without the water
Crystallize their beaming smiles in the sounds of crushing symphonies 
Erupt the shine from all places 
We are the children with no direction 
She keeps our heads free above water with a peculiar smile 
Get weighted by feeling of mints on our skin 
She’s stuck to us, oh sweet honey 
We cannot get enough of her purity 
Underneath her glory are so many surprises 
Above the surface cannot reach us in the same state 
She is so adaptable to our beats
Her drops, quench our dreams of being 
We are free to run rapid in her source of non- evaporating 
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