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On my lips a black gag adorned
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a drop of pearl mica. It does not
holds me it completes My role
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not to speak My role to be To be
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a revelation that cannot be disturbed
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with hands Only with eyes
You look and feel the scent
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salt and something musky touches ,
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nostrils As if it were warm here at the bottom .
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Almost damp from your own desire
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My lower half is not just a tail
It's the shell of a seahorse Layers of magic .
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glittering from within, blue-black . ,

purple with the iridescence of a dead shell
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The tip is curledlike a trap like a sign .
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of infinity I don't need to walk the
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waves carry me .
In another vision, I stand on treasures
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Right on a chest overflowing with coins . ,
broken rings, pearl tears Behind the wall of
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the hold Darkened wood , .

In front of me no one You didn't dare to .
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come closer .
The air is filled with the smell of moisture and
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seaweed , ,
mold from time and something sharp like

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the smell of leather after sweat and latex. My
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hair is damp and curls in tight rings . .
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