Weeping Swan

 What shall I say to you  a hundred times thought you may forgetbut shall I speak of them nonetheless and to see what they begetsilken threads undone strands swimming in long flowing streams  an oath he never meantknowing of your fragility  blemished and marredundeniably, an irony uneasy to discardwings gracefully  once intact, no moreunfolding at his whim left you fettered, […]

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