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Dec 5
Black scales among white feathers.
White fangs between black beaks.
A snake, among the swans.
Both creatures of grace,
But one more deadly.

The snake has venom
But the swan has none.
The snake is sleek
But the swan can fly.

White feathers in the black dirt.
Black scales in the white lilies.
A swan swims away,
And the snake lies dead.


https://www.eastlothiancourier.com/news/15264801.python-found-dead-in-haddington-is-believed-to-have-been­-killed-by-a-swan/
I wish I could be the swan in this, but I am only a snake.
Edmond
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Edmond  17/Genderqueer/Nowhere I wanna be
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