I.
WHEN LAST I WAS ALIVE,
I WAS A SWAN AMONGST SWANS, SINGING.
THE TIME BEFORE THAT,
A SMALL BUTTERFLY,
TEETERING ON THE RIM
OF A LOVER'S GLASS OF WINE...
BUT FIRST AND FOREMOST,
LONG AGO (SO LONG AGO)
A WOMAN.
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