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As she gazes throughThe pristine frameOf Progression,Her exhaled thoughtsFog the ImmaculatelyLimpid glass.Those underObservance continueTo wander thro..
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Whether theDistanceBe one mileOr fifteen hundred,The acheOf yourAbsenceRemainsThe same.
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A glint of onyx,A flash of pearl-white;The moonlit ash-top tempts,A human-hardened expanseEmitting the scent of theUnknown.The enticement is unignorab..
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The decision making process.
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Short and sweet. :P
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The water'sVengeful ubiquitySurrounds theHapless prisoner as sheCowers in herPolished cell.Through tearSmeared "i"s,She observes theRancor of thePetul..
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The pale violetLuminescenceOf her everWaxingWinkLures meFrom these clean cutCorners:My perceptionOf comfort.Hinges silentlyAbet my escape;I inhale,And..
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In a cornerOf my mind,An idea(Drip)s.Softly yetInexorably,The (Drip)Continues,(Drip) Awful in its Incipience. (Drip)It per(Drip)meates ..
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The brillianceBurns a lineBetween the hiddenConstellations:An angel's tear,Swiftly tearingThe fabric of theSky.Eyes lockedIn reciprocatedFulfillment,F..
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I was inspired by E. E. Cummings' similar piece that was written about a grasshopper.
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