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Leaflets drowned our fluid skin,
we read them all, our voices thin.
Staircases sank beneath abysmal tides,
we climbed them all, with lengthened strides.
Your marble wings, my emerald fins,
I traced your bones, humming violins.
Your arms were poised, along the waves,
we wept lemon skies, among the graves.

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