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aquamarine

I dreamt of a siren 
with crystal skin and quaint braided hair. 

her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure,
coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus 
tightening at my throat

The alluring notes 
pierce through my rasp scream—

In cold sweats I
wake up nauseous—
My vocal cords enfolded in her skin.

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