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Swan of
Of porcelain
Her halo, a sun
a Botticelli face
Of petrichor weaves noise
her frame disfigures
Pale of the swan, painted...
Wilting in red
Lashing black sails, a tattered
Her mouth,m a death's smile
Tongueless choirs and breath
Ever watching... The angels
this heart, come clarity
Resonance...
Of weaves black noise

Light draped,
Her glass horizon
The glass shattered
Glacial starffell
haunting...
Within this of change
Upon flutter eye
In efflorescence, the sarabande
...An silence was her name... The so loud

Time... these severed hands of time
Rain, again
Wash away this
O kissed flesh
New kingdom of earthen vast
me...

Rain, rain, earthen...
Shine,
New kingdom,
on...

Dreamer, i
Dream o
Dream, follow me
Weep, come kingdom
(ohh) hope...

me...