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Swan Song
Opal Feathers swirl like copal incense
Final bow on sultry brows that weep sweat
Royal flush by choked blush, coiled, intense
Spring the blossomed blood, above, hands hard set
Cackle gaggles swooping harmonious
Rapt, they peer, but foreign, works of heartache
Gore the love of labor like Adonis
Voyeurs, their own design, model, and make
Cast their stones of gold and glitter, hunting
Duel birds drop, one of flock, other fronting
sick lodge