In paler days, full of grays and blacks and blues; I sought you out beneath the waves. As your lips begin to brush across my shoulder blades and your fingers comb my mermaids hair, my eyes began to blur and stars appeared.
Dark and elusive with a touch that was both sweet and cold. I escaped being your lover that evening to catch my breath and wondered if that would always be something I would regret.
In my childish innocence I had learned I could be relieved of this weight I carry with your kiss.
Don't leave me here.
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