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a tiny burst of air upstream shifts the silk strands off her eyes.

butterfly kisses with raw, unfiltered intent.

the all-encompassing oscillations of our energies meld into a singular mass.

"i can't go on for much longer," with a pleading sense of the utmost urgency.

"we're on this sinking ship, together," she says with comfort and clarity.

"everything here is wrong," i'm starting to lose my composure as the world drops away from sight.

"they are, but we aren't," she tells me this without breaking eye contact. sight lines from eye to eye.

she is the only thing keeping me grounded in the calamitous current. an anchor that provides stability while being a beacon that burns bright.

she is the siren that sings the song of our shipwreck.