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It was the unwritten poetry dripping from her eyelashes that made me love her. She was a sinking ship, and I longed to descend into the watery depths of her eyes- just to see how long I could hold my breath. It was the bruises sleeping on the curve of her hips that called to me like hungry sirens. Licking her salty lips, I traveled the scattered freckles on her back. Shaping an angry dragon as if together, we were part of the sky, all long-limbed, tongues and teeth- she whispered, "Do you know the story of Draco?"