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I don't want you to love me. I want
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you to swim to me knowing it's doom . ,
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I want you to choose for yourself, knowing what .
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there is no bottom , ,
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You look like a statue but your tail is barely
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trembles. It is long and ink-black and shimmers
with patterns as if the night itself had woven them
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for you ,
clothes And if someone approaches you don't
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You will attack You will let me come closer And
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then . .
you will drag Not with your hands Not with your
tail With words . . .
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With a movement of the shoulders With silence

You are not a siren in a fairy tale You her
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continuation The one that is not
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Because everyone who
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met you have not returned And not ,
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because they drowned But because they stayed .
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If gold were alive it would take
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precisely this form
I sat in the sink like a pearl
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ripened not in the body of a mollusk but in
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,
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the carnal fantasy of the sea gods. My
tail fire Bright orange scales .
glitter like drops of molten
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amber They seem to breathe Waves like ,
,
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the breath of a lover
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My skin glows with golden powder
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My blond hair curls freely like ,
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