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A white swan surrounded
by a horde of devotees;
the gulf of poverty
kept him at bay.
An invisible nod to visible faces,
she showed preference to none.
Join in the bidding!
Was her implication, or invitation.
Youth’s impatience paid its price
as one tomorrow drove out another,
ending in collapse.
The sight of her was a long gaze
a visual feast punctuated
by the turning of a page.
He was pronounced dead
when she crossed out the word “happiness.”
He never knew her full name.
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