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While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
Spring might gently
Press it's thumbs
Against your eyes.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
A cobweb melts
Within a womb.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
An incontinent
Is singing Scarpia.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
A mythic instance
Of erotic impulse-
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
-is slipping under
A surefire sign.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
Bdelloid rotifers
Join the
Chitterling circuit.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
Shit might pretzel
Christ's intestines.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
Being crushed
From the inside
Out.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
On the snow
"Rummy" flaunts
His unmanly
Dribble.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
A tiny laugh
Dirties everything
It touches.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
Night stops dripping
Through the stars.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song,
Blast the sheet
Of jewels
Horizon to horizon.
While plucking feathers
From a swan song