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Oct 2014
There's no sullying its consternation of him in her,
her in him.
A downy black of exquisite precaution...pops its
ruffled heretofore and floats.
As if a night cocked back its neck to calculate the
trauma, longingly poised as a swivel of mottled
The black swan's eyes fork some bygone coruscation
to their very if in the throes of demonic rapture.
Whereby reality's moments of lucidity seem to catch
frozen frames in want of editing. there it is, as there it goes...the black
swan subsumes, wears the guise of regal unnaturalness.
A betokened freak, at
maximum indifference...O black swan.
Written by
Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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