She says—
whisper the words and I will read them aloud.
Let the mermaid story be mine.
If my hair turns pink, I’ll dive under the waves
and hide. If I find a shell comb, I will leave it for you
under the boardwalk stairs.
Please bring
a glass necklace for me in the morning.
The sky turns pink when I know you are awake.
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