Perfume's scent to mask the air
of the arising sexuality

A laced doily
to line traditionality

A hair brush
to smooth femininity

A toothbrush and paste
to push perfectionism

Melted wax,
a Tabula Rasa imprinted from time

An enchanted mirror
that reflects this soul of mine-

Many doors, of possibilities,
and many bared from before.

Spun of course,
by a mathematical artist,
M.C.Escher.


If you missed me here,
then you might never see me.

And a snuffed wick
to finish this foggy glimpse.

Mistress Shadow's Works

Poetry	10/01/2003	Garden of Lies
Poetry	10/03/2003	Dying
Poetry	10/05/2003	Pity
Poetry	10/14/2003	Daily Battle
Poetry	10/29/2003	Gluttony
Poetry	12/09/2003	Intoxicated
Poetry	01/12/2004	Fiddling with the Truth
Poetry	07/14/2004	~Ode To Men~
Poetry (Erotica)	06/13/2005	Shadow's Muse
Poetry (Depressed)	10/15/2005	It's [Crying] Content With Me
Poetry (Personal)	12/26/2005	Goths Don’t Wear Pink
Poetry (Depressed)	01/26/2006	Alter
Poetry (Comedy)	02/08/2006	A Number Line? What Do You See?
Poetry	03/28/2006	Hush My Sweet Slave
Poetry (Depressed)	07/21/2006	The sorrow is huddling to the shadows...
Poetry	09/23/2006	Subside into Shadows
Poetry	12/13/2006	Without ever loving you
Poetry	01/16/2007	"To Error is Human"
Poetry (Reflective)	05/12/2007	Trying to Find Yourself
Poetry	06/09/2007	A Tree in the Wind
Poetry	08/08/2007	Bucerias
Poetry	07/20/2008	Red Wine and Snow
Poetry	08/08/2008	The Scent of You

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