In love with the lake

She was in love with the lake.

With the murky waters and spiralling dust lit up like stars in the sickly sunbeams.

With dark fish that darted around her, curious and quick to slip away.

With the plants that rippled their fronds slowly in the still waters.

With the dark figure that dwelled below and traded her stories of a lost world for her own of the sunlit lands above.

Who kissed her, mindful of their sharp teeth, and cradled her face gently with clawed hands.

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