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Contentment fills her restless mind

Slowly she steps, without care

Unafraid of the man who is leading her blind

Neptune awaits for her there

She colors his realm with a gentle caress

As he heaves a watery sigh

Her exquisiteness he must now possess

Underneath his liquid sky

Salacia, beautiful queen, sublime

He has fallen for her ruse

Quenched forever in perfect rhyme

She is one with her god, his muse



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