I have never
Had a stroke, so donʼt start
Now with your glare.
Your snake-eye plums
In their chalk-bone skull
Eclipsing away from the sun.
If you condemn my wings
I will only knit them tighter,
This is a resounding warning.
If you care to see me dance,
You better be prepared
To pull my body from the water.
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