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Judge thou not, and be not judged.
Your eyes, though they see as much as
A shadow from the viewing side of the screen,
Are shoehorned to be self-..
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The celestial salt cellar, overturned,
Sprinkled black velours with pinprick-sized crystals -
Pendants of an asymmetrical chandelier.
Stock-still..
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Susceptible to sugarcoated venom,
Always on the side of the blade rather than the side of the hilt,
Being given a band-aid after being given a sta..
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In the looking glass is seen a sullied lily
From the threshold of whose sable orbs liquid pendants cascade:
Each fraught with one poignance of a m..
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The scrape of the pointed end of graphite is music
To a white-knuckled writer who creates art with words.
The smell of ink-adorned and blotted par..
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My legs, though functional, are to a dancer what tone deaf ears are to a crooner.
My feet, though sensitive, are a dance floor's disgrace.
While m..
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Fusion of binary opposites forged us -
Design of a non-earthly will albeit
Preceded not by hallowed vows.
Two gilded annuli sprinkled and symbo..
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Moonlight's fingers softly touched the ebony silken tresses
Of the ivory figure that tarried in the dark penumbras of wooden skeletons.
Static ony..
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This poem is about impermanence in life and relationships.
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