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Drowning out through seeping acrylic Unconventional canvas on a rickety easel Not even possessing the power to paint The broken wing of a broken swan Despite her weakened frailty She paints Using her beak, using her feet The swan finds it consoling to know That the littlest, infinitesimal purposes Are purposes None the same
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
the swan
Drowning out through seeping acrylic Unconventional canvas on a rickety easel Not even possessing the power to paint The broken wing of a broken swan Despite her weakened frailty She paints Using her beak, using her feet The swan finds it consoling to know That the littlest, infinitesimal purposes Are purposes None the same
kelley-a-vinal
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
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