Ummmmmmm..... short poem- guess what it is?

Darbz

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Gliding delicately across the shore,
no vertebrae pulsing the floor,
swaying like a magic cloud,
back and forth.

Flesh swung, stung
Melted by air.
 
an advanced piece of machinery
designed to with stand water pressure
imagine millions of gallons of water
weighing down on you
how will you ever swim back up!
 
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