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The White Swan
Eye candy she is on the ballroom floor turning men to stone with every twirl. Each move turns dreams to reality even Hera is losing her sanity. With each rotation she wakes the dead she stabs her purity to be at peace again. She sprouts her wings for the big finale. The curse of pressure lays her to rest when the white swan loves again.
Published 10th Dec 2014
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