two white sparks in the sky
graceful pure fireworks of joy
the two swans fly together
downy feathers to hide together
the water is wide
we cannot cross
but we can drown
just the two of us
downy skeletons
ligaments tangled together
two white sparks
at the bottom of a river
two white angels in the sky
graceful pure fireworks of joy
the two swans fly
together
in death
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Inkmouth
Poesiein the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]
